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My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

This was enough for her since she could afford to buy the goods and if she didn’t have any crystals to buy with she could still buy from outside. The bookstore has also added some more books which were business related. It looked like this system of hers wanted her to go in that way and she didn’t find anything wrong with it. The bookstore still owed her a free book and since her treasure map had upgraded she was tempted enough to pick a book related to mineral ores. As someone who had stayed in the mountain for three days, she understood what kind of treasures can be found there.

Paling and repelling water profusely, instant panic and sweat hitting full force, the guilt is practically dripping off him in neon flashing waves. ‘’Where are the books?’’ Alexi’s tone is harsh, not so much of a snap but not amused as he slams the drawer and pulls the next one out. I am assuming this is him moving into pissed mode, and Luciano knows it. Carrero is on a mission to find them whether Lucie helps or not.

"It's your fault for secretly watching hot guy videos behind my back! Are their chests bigger than mine? Their abs harder than mine? Are their shafts nicer than mine?" His voice fell into something soft and unfairly pitiful, warm and dangerously tempting. Classic top-tier incubus scam tactics. Without the ring, his heat was downright terrifying. Alarm bells blared in my head, and I changed the topic fast. "About that table. You saved it, right?" Arnold bit my fingertip lightly. "I did. Who's it for?"

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

"He likes listening to you read. There's a difference." "I think anyone would like reading if they had you all cuddled and pressed up against them." Levi added with a smirk. Unable to think of a good comeback, she just stuck her tongue out at them and put her focus back on her book while they laughed. The prison only had a small selection of books but surprisingly, many of them were romance or comedy and a few were philosophical. When she asked about it, she was told they weren't allowed to be exposed to anything violent. They didn't want to 'provoke' prisoners, which was very understandable.

Clearly dissatisfied and hellbent on beating me to death, she kicked and hit me at the same time. They were supposed to be angels in white, healers of the sick, but now resembled hideous demons, losing all reason and consumed by rage. Even though I desperately protected my head, my vision darkened with blood smearing my face. I couldn’t die here. I had to send these two monsters, who were irresponsible doctors toward patients and caused the death of Bethany, to hell. A strength I didn’t know I had burst forth, throwing them off me, and they stumbled backward.

If he knew I was dead, would he still accuse me of betraying him righteously? Maybe he would. After all, he never cared about me. Nina was his only treasure. What did my life have to do with him? … Seven days ago, he personally threw me into the abandoned interrogation room. That room was designed for the most vicious criminals. It was a cage hidden underground where the moonlight never reached and where the painful howls of wolves could never be heard by the pack. I had always been terrified of the dark, of being alone in a confined space. I was so scared that I broke down crying and begged Ragnar, “I’m sorry. I'll apologize to Nina. Please don’t lock me in here!”