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Do not get jealous, idiot. “I’m going to take him into the corner and give him a little somethin’- somethin’,” the lovestruck girl says. Roxanne. I hate that name. I’m going to end this now. I’m going to go out there and tell her all about herself and explain how my Mick wants nothing to do with her and how she doesn’t have a single chance in hell at getting him into any dark corners. He’s mine, mine, all mine and nobody else’s.

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“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

"I have my ways." Dante set his fork down. His knuckles went white against the table. "Those books are filling your head with nonsense. Ideas you're too young to..." "I'm fourteen, not a baby." She crossed her arms. "And they're just romance books. Love stories. Happy endings. Nothing inappropriate." "They're not age appropriate. And when I give an order..." This was going to turn into a fight. I could feel it. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "I used to read them too."

She confused me with her old man, I guess. I surprised her by bending over her and lightly brushing her ruby lips with mine, my tongue just penetrating her mouth and touching her teeth. I bent over her right ear, lightly swirling my tongue in her ear, then kissing her forehead. At this point, her eyes were glued shut as she awaited the sensual delights that this young fervent lover of hers was bestowing upon her.

Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness. His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath. We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

My mouth turns down even more, and part of me feels like my dream still might not come true. But Nora seems determined to not let that happen. She locks eyes with me adding, “However” — my heart seizes at the pause she takes — “a really good boy might be able to persuade me into sex.” A heavy, hot pause. “I’ve never had a really good boy before.” In both instances “good boy” is heavily emphasized and bleeds into me like a quiet plea. Her eyes push the heart of these words into me, bringing back visions of our first encounter. Of me promising to be at her service.

He kept pounding until he finally groaned and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum, his body shuddering against mine. After we caught our breath, I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum already starting to leak down my thighs, and gave him a wicked little smile. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.” Later that afternoon, I found her in the quiet corner of the university library, tucked between the tall shelves of old literature books. She was pretending to read, but her face was still flushed and her hands were shaking as she turned the pages. I walked up behind her and leaned in close. “Hey… about what you saw earlier.”

“Just like that... fuck, your mouth is heaven.” He came down her throat, holding her hair tenderly. By dawn, they lay entwined, exhausted, her head on his chest, his fingers tracing her spine. “Was it good for you, Aneet? Your first time?” She looked up at him, eyes shining. “It was everything. I love you," she murmured. "I love you too," he replied, kissing her forehead. The hotel room held their secrets, a sanctuary of firsts and forever.

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