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Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed

“I asked why you would read these kind of books for Amelia” I looked at the book in his hand, a book of myths and legends. I sighed what else could go wrong. “I shouldn't read that” “Why don't you read real books…” “She's a child” “Does that matter?” “We've been arguing a little too much lately” “Read her something better” “Dare me” Dare me??

And when she looked up, his eyes were already on hers. Julian's eyes were storm-gray. Hard, unyielding. But today, they were not completely blank. Today, they held a question. Do you read all of this store?" he asked, voice sharp but not unkind. "Not all of it," she replied softly. "But most of it. I like to know the stories I share." "Why?" She tilted her head a fraction to one side. "Because books can change people." Julian waved this away—barely any sound at all, more of a sigh. "People don't change."

But instead of snapping, he closes the folder with a sharp motion and sets it aside. “I have meetings,” he says, as if that explains everything. “I’m sure you do,” I murmur, pushing down the sting of disappointment. I expect him to walk away. That’s what he always does. But instead, he lingers just for a breath before turning and leaving without another word. And just like that, I’m alone again. I slump onto a stool at the kitchen island, blowing out a breath. Why do I keep trying? Every conversation feels like climbing a wall he’s built just to keep me out. And still I keep reaching.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

Dear Reader, Welcome to Irresistible Sin. Before you decide whether this story belongs in your hands or your heart, I want to meet you here quietly, honestly, and without pretense. Not as an author presenting a finished book, but as a person inviting you into a world shaped by emotion, vulnerability, and truth. This note is not here to persuade you. It is here to welcome you. Every story asks something of its reader. Time. Attention. Feeling. Irresistible Sin asks for one more thing openness. An openness to complexity, to discomfort, to emotions that do not fit neatly into right or wrong.

I felt exposed in a way the stables never made me feel, even when I washed in the trough. Edric moved behind me. A drawer opened. Oil. He didn’t ask if I had done this. He slicked his fingers and pressed two against my hole. “Relax, or it will hurt more,” he said. “I’m not stopping either way.” I breathed out. His fingers pushed in. The stretch burned and then didn’t. “There. I felt that. You can pretend you don’t want this. Your hole can’t.” “Fuck,” I whispered, and immediately thought I would be struck for it.

“Please.” I hesitated. I didn’t know these men. I didn’t know myself. But if there was even a chance they had the answers I was looking for… I had to take it. I exhaled shakily. Then, finally…… “I’m going with them.” Lily’s face crumbled. And as I followed the men into the night, I didn’t look back. Because deep down, I knew lily wouldn't let me go, just like that because I have bounded with her too much.

What sort of question was that? “I do,” I replied calmly. His lips pressed tightly together as he nodded. “Our conversation will be much easier then.” He walked toward one of the shelves and stood in front of it, his hand trailing across the spines of the books. “I've always been the type of reader who loves the antagonist… because of how relatable he is to real life.” He pulled a book halfway out before pausing. “How about you? What kind of characters do you like when reading?” An uneasy feeling settled in my chest. Every instinct in me said I should leave this room.