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It was just Hasmik and me in the common lounge, and she was curled up in the oversized armchair with her legs tucked under her, and a book spread open in one hand with a ridiculous grin on her face. If she wasn't gaming, she was reading. Not just any book, either. The smutty kind. The ones with half-naked men on the covers and titles that made me blush, just trying to sound them out in my head. She'd been trying, actively to get me into them. Left one on my bed last week like a trap. A big, glossy cover with glistening abs and a title that screamed bad decisions ahead. I'd stared at it for all of five minutes before shoving it under my pillow like it was cursed.

Scenes of mating. Sienna gasps. "NO! GIVE ME THAT!" I turn it so she sees what page I’m on. It shows the male licking the female’s inner thigh. “This is your fantasy?” I ask. “They look like me. This male pleases her. You… like this?” Her face explodes red. “That’s not...it's just art! It’s fantasy smut! Don’t judge me!” I lower the book and stare at her. She is panting. Flustered. Beautiful.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

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, "..........."

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

“Fuck—” He didn't answer. He was too busy, his tongue curling inside me, lapping at the cum that still seeped from my core. I felt his nose press against my clit, his stubble scraping my inner thigh, his hands gripping my ass to pull me closer. He ate me like I was a meal he'd been waiting for, like the taste of another man's release was an appetiser, not an insult. “You taste like sin,” he murmured against my flesh, his breath hot and wet. “Like you've been bad, and you're not done being bad.”

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

He took my hand and pressed a kiss to it. "You actually know that term, huh? Fine with me. But I’m not really into movies. I’d rather just read my books." "Hmmm. Those smutty books you read? Maybe you can read them out loud to me." My eyes widened, and I snapped my head toward him. How did he know I read that genre? Oh my gosh! How embarrassing! "How... How did you know they were smutty?" I said in disbelief, and he laughed.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

"He mentioned that the books were considered revolutionary in certain circles for their... frank depictions of female desire and ecstasy." Lilly's throaty peal of laughter echoed down the line, prompting Smoky's furry head to pop up inquisitively towards the sound. "Stop, just hearing your pristine literary darling bandying those euphemisms around is too much!" she crowed in delight. "I can't decide what's more delicious - that crisp voice earnestly dropping words like 'feminine ecstasy' or the thought of him studiously bent over analyzing the nuanced themes during all those throbbing phallus and bodice-ripping interludes."