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His eyes darkened instantly as they raked over me—taking in the vibrating toy, the cum leaking out around it, the wrecked state of my hole. “Couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous, that accent that never fail to turn me on thick with lust. He stepped inside and locked the door properly behind him. “I came back for my wallet I left in the store and the spare key… but looks like I found something better.”

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I only knew I woke up too late because the glaring sunlight was already piercing through the thin sheets of the curtains. “Good morning, dear.” Zed’s voice rang in my head, so I turned to glance at him. He was already sitting in an upright position, his back on the bedboard. A motivational book by Robert Kiyosaki was in his hand. “Good morning,” I replied, turning to my other side with eyes closed. The part of the bed on his side then sank, and I knew he was lying beside me. As soon as the movement steadied, I felt his mouth on my nape, running down my shoulders.

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

His house was tucked at the end of a quiet street—older Craftsman style, dark wood, big windows, porch light on, no car in the driveway except a black sedan I assumed was his. I stood on the steps for a full minute before I knocked. He opened the door almost immediately. He was wearing dark jeans, charcoal long sleeve Henley, sleeves pushed up a bit, and bare feet. He looked… normal, human. Not the professor in the lecture hall. “Hi,” I said. “Hi.” He stepped aside. “Come in.” The inside smelled like wood and something cooking—garlic, herbs. Books were everywhere, of course. Built-in shelves lining the living room, stacks on the coffee table. A record player in the corner, something soft and

I wasn’t in The Club anymore. But she was using me to get to them. The problem with Charis was she wasn’t just a sex deviant—she was a mental case. She wasn’t the usual sex addict who’d disciplined themselves to mask outside and let go in safe places. She was a wild card. She was someone Secret Sins Club would never dare touch. I was fucking stupid to fall into her trap.

Not just about Henry Nosrevi and Henrietta Chandelier, I want to tell her all about me, Henry Iverson, the truest me. I don’t want to hide anymore, I am not afraid to let her know about my true identity anymore, I want her to know me, everything about me… My real name is Henry Iverson, I am the only heir of the Iverson Group, I was the child who the Peyton family took everything from. And she was completely right, I pretended to be a girl, entered Minerva, became her Secretary, and seduced her in order to approach her, so that I could convince her to transfer her shares to me, rebel with the rest of the board, and kick her out of the company, because I was here to retake Minerva that belongs

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive. “What is this?” Leila asked, keeping her voice steady. Christina gave her a look that said she was either testing her or trying to decide how much to say. “This,” she said at last, “is why you’ve been dodging mustard jackets and cleaning up after dead archaeologists.” Leila’s heart skipped a beat. She sat down, sliding the book toward her. It was heavier than it looked, its weight a promise of bad news. “Oh my! Explain,” she said, flipping it open.

It was as if they existed in their own little world, oblivious to the absolutevdiscomfort they are causing me. With a clenched jaw, I watch as she invites him in. My heart pounds crazily in my chest and the sting of jealousy gnaws even more at me from within. Where is this brotha going? Must be selling cookies or some shit... =================================== This book takes a lot to write... I would appreciate it if you could show me some love :-) ... Please remember to vote, comment, share and follow! Kellisa Kelly