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I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

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Keyword; almost. Because it's not the runt’s fear I wanted to taste on my tongue. It's not the runt’s submission I wished to obtain and it's not the runt’s spirit I wanted to break till there was nothing left of his pride or his bones. It's the man beside him. The man stared me down like I was the most insignificant thing in the world. The man who looked at me with as much hatred as I felt towards him. The supposed alpha was more of a snake than a wolf.

“I want you to read the first two pages out loud and then summarize them.” Alex leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. He didn’t even look at the book. His eyes were glued to my chest. “Alex,” I said sharply. “The book. Not me.” He licked his lips slowly, eyes still fixed on my breasts. “Your buttons look tight today. Are they going to pop open if you breathe too hard?” I felt my face heat up. “That’s not appropriate, Alex. Focus on the material.” He smiled, stubborn as ever. “I am focused. Just not on the stupid book. Your tits look really good in that shirt, Miss Shine. Do they feel as soft as they look?”

“Keep typing, Sophia,” Professor Kane murmured against my ear, his thick cock buried deep inside my pussy as I sat completely naked on his lap in his home office. My fingers trembled on the keyboard, the laptop screen blurry in front of me. It was past midnight. I was supposed to be writing my literature analysis essay, but every slow roll of his hips made it impossible to think straight. “Professor… I can’t focus when you’re inside me like this,” I whimpered, trying to type the next sentence.

Night settled slowly over the house, turning the windows into dark mirrors. Mara had spent the evening pretending to read, but her eyes kept tracing the same sentence. The words refused to register and her mind pulsed with only one thing—one look—one moment, repeating itself like a heartbeat she could feel everywhere. “Daniel’s eyes in the mirror.” The way they had pulled her toward him without a touch, and even without a single step. A wanting that is wrapped around her, quiet but irresistible.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

"I have never felt the bond. Not for you. Not for anyone. I thought it was a myth. Then I saw you, and the lack of feeling was so loud it was all I could hear. I wanted to understand the quiet." He was admitting something huge. His obsession wasn't about love. It was about the empty space where love should be. "What do you hear now?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. "I hear a question. What are we, if not what our instincts tell us to be? You are the answer. A living answer that says we can be something else." He took one step into my silence. I felt it immediately. The subtle pressure of his will against my quiet. It wasn't an attack. It was a test. His presence, so strong and real,

I reply stoically ignoring the tray on the table. Lillian excuses herself leaving me and him. "Are you not going to eat the food?" he asks. "Is it any of your business?" I retort scowling at him. I should be scared by the glare of his face but right now I don't care what he has to say. Gabriel walks until he is by my side hovering where I sit gazing at the book like it is the most beautiful thing on earth even though I am not sure I can make out any word I am reading with him so close to me like this.

“Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?” A few gasps rippled through the room. Some guy in the back chuckled nervously. Dr. Black’s expression didn’t change much, but I caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, the way his gaze dropped for a second to my chest before snapping back up. “Interesting take,” he replied, his voice low and measured, but there was an edge to it now. “Though I’d argue you’re projecting your own… impulses onto the text.