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I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.

“Can you not read the title?” I looked at the cover of the book. But I knew that was not the title for I could see the make-shift cover, hiding it. I did that too. “Yes, but I am asking about the real title.” “You have good eyes.” She took off the make shift cover, and now I could read the real name of the book. It was “One Hundred Ways To Kill A Liar.” And I was lying to her. “It is a forbidden book, so don’t tell.” What she said was more of a command or a warning.

“But be careful what you seek. Some knowledge carries a weight that’s hard to put down.” I nodded silently, then turned my attention to the books. I ran my fingers along the spines, each one labeled with symbols instead of titles. One in particular caught my attention, it had a crimson ribbon binding it shut, with a faint marking on the cover: a crescent moon surrounded by flames. Without knowing why, I reached for it. The moment my fingers touched the leather, a shiver ran down my spine. Something told me this book wasn’t just old, it was forbidden.

I had gone through reports, financial records, private communications. Everything. No detail escaped me. I pulled several folders from my briefcase and placed them onto the table. The sound echoed in the room. “Inside those,” I said calmly, “are records of unauthorized transfers, hidden agreements, and offshore payments.” No one moved. “Silvio. Moretti. Bianchi.” Three heads lifted. “You’re finished here.” Shock flickered instantly across their faces. “Your access has already been revoked,” I continued. “Legal teams are reviewing the financial damage. Security is waiting outside.”

It was a Wednesday afternoon, three weeks after the midnight ritual, when everything changed. Sister Veronica was in the rectory library with Father Marcus, supposedly helping him catalog some old theological texts. In reality, she was bent over the large oak desk while Marcus pounded into her pussy from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other mauling her breast through her habit. "Such a perfect cunt," Marcus growled, his thirteen inches driving deep. "Taking me so well in the middle of the afternoon like a good little whore."

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

But things have changed. And I can’t say that they changed for the best when it came to me looking at them and how they had treated me. Dad had reactivated my card back then, but had my cards under surveillance, watching where I spent my money, and when. However, what he didn’t know was that during the time he had deactivated my account, I had managed to start a small business by selling two of my guitars. Therefore, when he was busy checking the accounts that were under HIS name. I was busy making my own small business grow, and that didn’t mean that I didn’t get money from him. Oh, no on the contrary.

This might have simply been the best day of my life. I was in high spirits after supper and Tory mentioned it. After carrying Rie's books, I dropped them at her desk and despite the little voice warning me, I snooped around a bit. Her desk is organized save for a few sticky notes and pens here and there. She has a slightly loopy handwriting that's adorable. I dropped the books on top of her desk when her deskmate came in and pretended to have dropped my pen.

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.