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She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

Slate’s hand twitched near his side, fingers clenching and unclenching, an almost imperceptible warning—and something else, something primal. “Do you always respond this… quickly?” the stranger asked, voice low, teasing. He stopped behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body against mine, but not touching. I inhaled sharply, tasting the faint trace of his cologne—smoky, dark, with a bite of spice that made my stomach flutter. Not Slate. Not Zayden. Not anyone I had ever known. I wanted to turn, to look into those smoldering eyes, but Slate’s presence anchored me in place. The tension was unbearable as I tried to ground myself.

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

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Chapter 3 Lydia’s POV “If you want me to stop looking at you like this… tell me now,” Julian said, his voice low and rough as he stood there shirtless in the kitchen light. I took another slow sip of wine, my hand trembling just enough that the glass tipped. Red wine spilled across the counter and down the front of my silk robe, soaking through the thin fabric and making it cling to my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly from the cool wet silk. “Shit,” I breathed, setting the glass down fast.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, expensive cigars, and the cheap, thrilling musk of a woman who wasn't my wife. Beatrice, my wife's younger sister, stood by the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, her fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound classics. She was wearing a dress that was a direct insult to Bianca-shorter, tighter, and cut so low it was practically an invitation for a lawsuit. She knew exactly what she was doing. She'd been doing it for years.

I asked and boldly asked her about her work. "What do you mean 'no more'? What was happening there, by the way?" She curiously asked, and I grunted. "Ugh! I am not really satisfied. I mean... There should be more than just them kissing, right? This one is an adult romance book, isn't it? Where's the spice? And look at this. The word count for this chapter didn't reach your average count. It is way shorter than the rest, Oj. You should do something more with this scene." I explained with a bit of frustration, and she looked at me with her right eyebrow raised.

“Sinful hour” – the title alone had me hooked from the bookstore shelf. I’d been devouring erotic novels like this for months, escaping into worlds of raw passion and unfiltered lust. Today was no different; I was home alone, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of settling wood. No roommates, no interruptions. Perfect.

In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"