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Elena, a 19-year-old, has long harbored desires for Garrett Hartley, her father's best friend and a successful CEO. On her birthday, she wishes for Garrett to take her innocence and make the night unforgettable. Throughout the evening, Elena's fantasies and Garrett's subtle advances build tension. … *********************************** I couldn't believe my 19th birthday had finally arrived. As I blew out the candles on my cake, I made a silent wish, one that I had been longing for since I first noticed the changes in my body and my desires.

He asked, flipping the pages over and over, and of coure, there would be no image as he expected to find in a book. "Yes." He decided to close the after a few attempt of searching. "Isn't this confusing, Uncle? I don't understand it at all." I chuckled at his comment. Indeed, he would not understand this. He had yet to learn words and how to read. "You will someday." He flinched as if my statement was impossible to happen. "I love to read images." "Right. Images are appealing to read, right?" I justified his words. A book was about images for his. Meanwhile, the adults needs more than images to understand the book. It was only different level of learning.

I don't take it for granted, ever. A quick note for anyone who wandered in without the warning up front: this book is adult romance, explicit, and entirely fictional. Everything in these pages — the heat, the tension, the messier feelings, all of it — exists to entertain consenting adult readers who want a story that doesn't fade to black at the good part. If that's you, welcome. You're exactly who I'm writing for.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental. This book has mature content violence, abuse. You've been warned it can be triggering and is 18+ as it is a Dark Romance novel. I'm strictly against plagiarism! warning ⚠️ DO NOT COPY MY WORK! And yes please do give your votes and comments as it motivates me to write more. Do share this story with as many people as you can. If you're looking for drama, hot love making scenes and drool worthy men, betrayal and spicy twists with heart aches, I welcome you whole heartedly.

The Baron's daughter was immediately kicked out of the house and she went to a bar to drink because she felt down, and there in a drunken state she accidentally spent the night with the Duke who was in disguise. "How could she get drunk and spend time with a man she doesn't even know?" grumbled Regina as she continued to read the connection. Regina's face turned red with embarrassment as she read the next page, there were many adult scenes that made Regina embarrassed to read the book herself. "Oh my! Why would Merry recommend a book like this? No wonder it's pink!" Regina squealed as she closed the book. Pink books are indeed synonymous with adult books; they deliberately give books such co

Adrian insisted. I flushed again, “Do you remember when I told you that I liked romance novels?” The guys grinned and nodded. I blew out a breath and decided to give them full disclosure, “Well, I was just thinking about the age difference between us and that got me thinking about the comment of me being so young and you all being so much older. I don’t suppose you have heard of age-play?” Abel choked, “Are you going to call us daddy?” I blushed so beet red that there wasn’t a spot of me that wasn’t flaming with embarrassment.

It wasn't sex of course, but it was intimate enough that if I hadn't pulled away I am quite sure it would have led to it. There's nothing wrong with sex, until someone older shows up to ruin the fun. Luckily we don't have anyone older than us around here. Older adults tend to judge everything no matter what and then proceed to assume they have some super wisdom that one else could ever hope to achieve. Like the time I went to the library and was quietly reading my saucy romance to myself. The cover was a little risky but I didn't throw that in anyone's face. This older lady in her mid-seventies came up to me and proceeded to give me an unsolicited lecture about why premarital sex books aren'

"Well, am not, but I am mad with the adult that gave you the book. Tell me, did an adult give this to you? I need to know the adult that did this." "I stole it." "You what?" "Am sorry. I know I shouldn't be reading that." "Why do you think you shouldn't be reading it?" "You know, the pictures of naked men and women joined but sitting up, their legs splayed like two crabs, their hands holding on to each other's shoulders. Or looking at a woman on top of a man, stretched along his length, their bodies clasped together over their heads." "I can see that the image is still clear in your head. You wanted to read it to see couples having sex, am I right?"

"Then begin." She opened the book. The pages were heavy vellum, script ink written in flowing black. She breathed in and started reading, her voice deepening as she became caught up in the book. It was rich and sensual, of the god's coming, the scent of rain and mature grain that clung around him, the fear of the gentleness of his hands.

“I’ve been in love with you for years now. Since I was way too young to even understand what it meant and I tried to stop, I really did but I can’t and now I’m here, and I don’t want to pretend anymore.” The silence stretched so long I thought he might send me away. Finally, he spoke, voice low and rough. “Amira you’re my best friend’s daughter.” The words hit like a slap, but I didn’t back down. “And so?” I stepped closer, close enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tightened together. “I’m not a kid anymore, I’m twenty years old and I’m an adult, I know what I want and I know who I want.” My voice cracked on the last part, but I kept going. “And I want you, I alwa