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The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers. “Queen Annelise had a phase,” Sebastian said with a snort. “I cannot believe how low the quality is in those books from the writing to the romance. She stopped reading them when she got married and had enough courage to keep them here despite knowing people would judge her.” “You’re very knowledgeable about them,” Edward laughed. “I was curious,” Sebastian admitted. “They are weirdly addictive to read. It’s a shame they don’t do a gay line of books. ” Edward pulled

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Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

It's the only time Kier and everyone else will be too occupied to see me sneak into Renae's room to ransack it for answers. My fingers flip through the page of a dark romance novel. Something about quadruplets and one woman. It is obscene. The naughtiest thing I've read and my cheeks heat up with every page I flip, my core tightening. I do not think any of these things remotely possible, but I should like to take note. You know, just to know. Not that I have any plans of...

Never in my life did I imagine having sex with the mafia. “Are you nervous?” I wondered how the hell he was able to read my mind. My lips parted, feeling him right at my wet entrance. “Are you a virgin?” His question was the last-ditch effort to stop everything. Yes! Mafia novels often show a preference for targeting innocent girls, especially virgins, and it’s unlikely that multiple books on the same topic would all fabricate this detail. Maybe that’s why he bought me. Even at the auction, they picked virgins for the highest bids.

] Who wanted to read those! Just as she was about to refuse, Christina had already sent back a long list—all links. Just from the titles alone, it was obvious they were steamy billionaire romance novels. Christina, how old are you to still be obsessed with billionaire romance novels!

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

Oh no. It was The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. That book was on another level. Full-on adult scenes, way worse than Fifty Shades. It made Fifty Shades feel like a bedtime story for kids. I had only read two erotic novels in my life, and that was enough to decide they were not for me. I only finished Fifty Shades because it was the less intense one. I definitely was not planning to read something like this again. I quickly folded the bag closed and gasped, “Jaxon!”

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.