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I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

“Sorry but not sorry Isabella , but I have to destroy everybody and not even you can stop me.“ I said silently to myself. Right after my yoga class , I got a text from Rueben saying… “Hi baby girl,I was wondering if you're free for tonight …I want us to meet at the arcade.“ I looked at the text and smiled at it , how nice of him …now he wants us to play games?..well there's a saying , “All work and no play makes Jake a dull boy.“ So I'll take this offer tonight just because I want to play too. I drove back home to dress up and get ready for my acarde date. Soon it was 6pm and almost night fall..I got a text from him again. “Hello darling, I'm already here waiting for you…venue; Royal kings A

"What safe space huh? Aren't you tired of being alone in your room all day and having that poor geek boy come over to do nothing but read books?" She rolled her eyes dismissively. "Sometimes, I wonder if I gave birth to this kind of a girl." Her words count to my heart like a magnet as I forced back the onrushing tears. It was the second day of the new year, and I found a resolution not to cry anymore. Mr Liam swayed his arm calmly, trying to repair the ugly situation. "Easy, there is no need for a quarrel." My eyes were watery, and I winced in pain, "You know what? I'm out of here."

She confused me with her old man, I guess. I surprised her by bending over her and lightly brushing her ruby lips with mine, my tongue just penetrating her mouth and touching her teeth. I bent over her right ear, lightly swirling my tongue in her ear, then kissing her forehead. At this point, her eyes were glued shut as she awaited the sensual delights that this young fervent lover of hers was bestowing upon her.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

But I could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “Very close,” I said, sliding one finger inside her under the blanket while looking straight at Brady. Cassandra’s hand gripped my wrist under the fabric, but her breathing stayed steady. Mom smiled. “We’re glad. But we also want you both to be careful with relationships on campus. Brady here seems like a nice young man.” Brady grinned, dimples showing. “I try. Cassandra, maybe after your parents leave we could grab that coffee?” My finger curled inside her, hitting that spot. She squeezed my wrist harder. “Maybe,” she managed, voice a little breathy. “This weekend is busy though.”

Sarah That’s it. I was dead. In a matter of minutes, I think I’d experienced every emotion possible. I’d gone from lonely, to horny, to happy, to hurt, to euphoric and now…dread. I’d done it again. This time I couldn’t say I was seduced. I’d asked for it, begged for it. And Oliver delivered. Oh God, did he deliver. He gave my body exactly what it was craving and more. He made me feel safe and cherished, like a precious doll.