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My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?

I paused and looked at him. “Oh?” “I came to return your novel”. “Was packing it in a gift box necessary”. Reading has always been my escape. After long, exhausting shifts at the hospital, nothing calmed my mind more than getting lost in a good romance novel. That was exactly why I’d lent Ryan my copy of Fifty Shades of Grey—not because I wanted to, but because he’d begged me for weeks. I blinked. “Ryan—” Before I could finish, he picked up the Novel and walked toward me.

I asked. "Well, tell me what they are about?" Hector replied as he stood up and grabbed one of the books off the nightstand. "What about this one?" he asked, holding up Alec, the Lycan King, who was my ultimate love. I took a breath as my face flushed before I began explaining the book as quickly as possible. "Umm, it's basically 50 Shades of Gray meets Twilight," I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

Trigger Warning: This chapter may include explicit sexual content. Please read at your own risk. Clara Everything felt so cold and blurry. My eyes only saw misty shapes in the room. I felt his powerful body pushing up against me, and I greedily drank in that heat of life and desire. Deanneth pushed my legs apart, and then he pressed his tongue up against my thighs. I wanted him more than anything. I wanted him to extinguish that horrible vamp’s scent and skin from memory, and I wanted him to replace it with his sweat and blood. Anything would do. Even this.

My breath shook. I sat on my bed, opened my laptop, and typed what I hated admitting. Older man takes control. My screen flooded with thumbnails. I didn’t even care which one I clicked. The moans started instantly. A girl on her knees. A man’s growl in her ear. His hands fisting in her hair. “You're mine now. Every inch.” I couldn’t breathe. My hand slipped under my panties. Warm. Slick. Needy. I gasped.

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he sent. “Guess you’ll have to find out ,” I fired back. “I’m going to push you to explore every dirty, forbidden desire you’ve hidden. Big challenges are coming,” he promised. I wanted it all. The heat, the filth, the surrender. “I need you to do something before we meet tomorrow,” he texted. “What?” My pulse quickened. “Watch Fifty Shades of Grey. Tell me your thoughts.” I agreed, intrigued. “You trying to tell me something by making me watch it?” I added playfully.

When my entire body is flat on the adorned satin comforter, he gently peels my panties off, admiring the view once again. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingertips grazing the skin over my ribcage ever so gently. Grey hovers over me, locking his penetrating azure gaze on me. Our bodies do not touch yet I feel a powerful sensation run through me. Prickly yet pleasurable, just like the feeling I got anytime i had a wet dream about him. The feeling grows stronger, turning from a prickle to a pulsation, coursing in my veins, kissing every nerve ending in my body. I’m gasping, unable to hold on anymore. The satin comforter rumples and stretches under my desperate grip. Grey’s eyes never leave mi