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"You're disgusting. Making a smell like that into perfume." I threw the bottle at Sharon. "It was Sharon who gave me this bottle of perfume. I've lost my sense of smell. Not many people know about this, but Sharon knew. "She gave me this bottle of weird perfume, telling me how much it suits me. She told me to spray some on myself during the wedding, saying that it was a respect to Rachel. I sprayed some on me, then she sent a message to Rachel saying that I seduced her husband. "My best friend called me a tramp. The next day, Sharon did the same thing again, causing me to lose my job and my boyfriend.

CHAPTER TWO Two days passed in a haze of stolen glances and barely contained anticipation. Elise arrived for the next scheduled session on Wednesday evening with her usual leather satchel slung over her shoulder and her composure locked tightly in place. Inside, her blood hummed. She had replayed the library scene countless times: the taste of Daphne on her tongue, the way the girl’s thighs had trembled around her ears, the broken, reverent sound of her name when Daphne came.

—JASMINE - It feels like I'm experiencing sex for the first time as if my senses are awakening to a new world of pleasure. The way Hades touches me adores me, and kisses me is beyond anything I ever imagined. It's as if he's unlocking secret doors to my desires, and I'm surrendering to the sensations. This encounter surpasses our passionate night in the bar; it's more profound and more intimate. Hades seems to know my body better than I do, tracing the curves of my soul with his fingers. Every caress, every kiss, every whispered promise resonates deep within me.

Love making with Gods lasts longer than the average humans. “That was good f*ck.” Persephone said as he kissed his manhood before covering him up. “You sure you do not want to stay for more?” Hades grinned. “As tempting as you look now, I have an assembly to attend to.” “Please?” “Hades, love. You are one naughty boy.” Persephone muttered. Lust shining in her eyes as Hades deliberately spread his lean legs and exposed his once again fully erected manhood. It was still glistening with their Godly juices .

I am grateful for the respite, as no one seems to be paying attention to me. I pull my cell phone out of my bag and open the Kindle app. It's still a while before class starts, so I want to read a chapter first. I duck my head and look at my phone as I devour the words on the screen. I started a book last night , and by all the saints, I think this book is going to tear me apart by the end. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero makes her suffer too. I must have cried about a million times, especially when I got to the part of the book about her past. I haven't even finished it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

It was clear from the atmosphere that no one liked where this was going. "You're not going to sell me, are you?" Arya asked, shrinking into her chair. "Oh my! How can I do that? Sadly, that's illegal." Lillian let out a small chuckle at Arya's outburst. She was certainly in a good mood. "I'm simply offering a marriage contract to your daughter, Arya Pierce ."

The air became thick, unbreathable grim, making her uneasy. Hades wears an over-the-knee long one-shoulder black tunic with leather sandals. His straight black hair shines under Persephone quarter's fake sun, and his step wilts the grass that ignites soon after. He undresses, displaying his bare muscled body and hanging accessories without a single drop of shame before dipping in the hot spring. His corporal temperature brings the water to a boil as he relaxes, spreading his arms along the rocky edge. A slight tap has Persephone drop her dress and join him, sitting on his lap.

I shifted in the seat, pressing my legs together tighter around his fingers, hating how good it felt. My mind raced with dirty images of him shoving the robe open, spreading my legs wide on this table, licking my pussy until I was shaking and cursing his name. “I hate you,” I whispered, but my voice cracked with how turned on I was. “I hate how you think you can just put your hands on me whenever you want. I hate that my body reacts like this when you do.” Alessandro’s fingers slid higher, brushing the edge of my pussy lips under the robe, feeling how slick I already was. He didn’t push further, just teased there while his eyes burned into mine.