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I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

The characters, their decisions, and their actions exist solely within the context of this fictional world and should not be viewed as reflections of healthy conduct or moral ideals. Readers should understand that dark romance as a genre often explores the darker aspects of human emotions, trauma, obsession, power, and redemption. The presence of such themes within this story does not indicate approval of them. Rather, these elements are used to develop the plot, challenge the characters, and create a compelling fictional narrative. The author recognizes the distinction between fiction and reality and encourages readers to do the same.

His hand found my cock. “Names on purpose now,” Ash murmured. “Dangerous little thing.” I rode. I said Rook when I wanted the deep grind. I said Ash when I wanted the hand and the mouth on my neck. I used them like they’d used the count. It made Rook’s grip bruise my hips. It made Ash bite the old mark and groan like he was losing. Choosing was its own heat. Worse than being arranged on a mattress, because every drop of my hips was a vote I would have to remember. My thighs burned. Slick ran down Rook and onto the bed. I kept going until the anger and the want were the same motion.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

Lucas’s POV I stirred from the haze of our latest coupling, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of knotting inside her. The dining table creaked under our combined weight as I eased back, my cock slipping free from her ass with a wet sound that echoed in the charged silence. Cum trickled down her thighs in thick streams, the scent of it mingling with sweat and her arousal to fill the air. Nikki's breath came in ragged pants against the wood, her body trembling from the force of her climax. My wolf prowled just beneath the surface, satisfied yet hungry for more, the primal claim on this young woman burning hotter than any pack law.

I would love to smell that scent on him all day. He smelt like what I would like to eat all day long without a break. He smelt like my most favourite food—warmth and dick. “That’s exactly why you should,” he said in a low voice. “You can have one drink with me while you tell me all about those books you look like you probably read all day.” Laughter bubbled out of me. “Yeah, you're right.” He slid in next to me and we talked at length because his questions came easily and directly in a way that was not offensive or seemed like he was prying me open like a shell.

The textbooks slid to the floor with a loud thud, but neither of us cared. He crashed his lips onto mine, and the kiss was nothing like a teacher and a student. It was hungry, arrogant, and deep. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I didn’t care about my grades, my parents, or the pain in my side. All I wanted was the man who was currently lifting me onto his desk, his hands moving shamelessly over my body. “Forget the book,” he whispered against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “I think it’s time for a different kind of lesson.”