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Damien immediately shut down the entire system, but it was too late. He pulled me off his cock and held me tightly against his chest as I started sobbing. “I’ll fix this,” he promised, voice shaking with rage. “I swear I’ll destroy whoever did this.” But as I cried in his arms, covered in his cum, I knew the truth. My secret life was no longer secret. The entire company had just watched me get fucked live on camera… and seen hours of me being used like a whore. Book 2 had ended in the worst way possible.

Rather, it was more like he had a right to know, very matter of fact. But this book was very erotic, almost over the edge for me. The BDSM overtones were less surprising and more in keeping with where I thought we were headed. The sexual side left me extremely aroused, and a little guilty. I could be bad inside, I knew that. I wondered if he suspected so himself. I reached down to my pleasure and gently caressed. What did he want? It mattered, because I was no longer sure what limits I had: I liked pleasing him. I gently caressed myself thinking about the look on his face when I had finished "performing" last night. I had pleased him and he was truly happy.

Addictive. “Four days,” Dean repeated, his voice low and rough. He backed me against the counter, hands gripping my hips possessively. “We have to be careful when she gets back. Act normal. No touching. No looks that last too long. You sleep in your room. I sleep next to her.” I nodded, but my body betrayed me. My pussy clenched at the thought of sneaking around, of pretending nothing had happened while still feeling him inside me. “But until then…” I whispered, sliding my hand down to stroke his cock through the fabric, “I want you to fuck me like it’s the last time, Daddy.”

“Imagine them watching your dirty secrets in words.” I stared at the shelves, titles blurring as his thrusts shook my body. His cock dragged along my walls, hitting every spot. I moaned loudly, my voice raw, the library seeming alive with our sounds. “Crawl forward,” he said, still fucking as I moved. I obeyed, moving on my hands and knees with his cock still inside me. We crawled slowly past a low shelf, with the books at eye level. He reached down, grabbed one with a thick hardback and smacked my back with it..

I'm shaking and sobbing his name, pushing at his head because it's too much, too intense, my body convulsing with aftershocks that seem to go on forever. He finally pulls back with a satisfied smile, his chin glistening with my release, his fingers still buried inside me. “That's four." He pumps his fingers slowly, making me twitch. "By the end of today, I'm going to lose count." He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact, The sight makes my core clench around nothing. He stands at the foot of the bed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "On your

Author's Note: Guys, guess what... DIRTY PAGES is officially on 1k views!!! Thank you so, so much, guys. Hitting 1,000 views on my very first book means more to me than you could ever imagine. I was literally awake last night, watching that 996 view count like my life depended on it – refreshing, pacing, hoping – and when it finally flipped to 1.0k, I swear my heart did a whole somersault.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

The bookshelves were thrown away from the walls and the desk was carved in half as though someone had taken out his anger on the innocent furniture. The scene shifted and again she was standing naked on a street. Again she heard the whispering and again she found a burning building. Walking through the door she found herself in a library, just as destroyed as the office had been. The scene shifted again and again. Always she was taken to a burning building and always she found herself in a room of books.

To those who genuinely love this book, I say thank you. You all have been good and kind and I love you all. Looking forward to writing my next project. Love, Author, Dirty Triangle.

I shook my head as I rushed to the cupboard where I’d left the book and I took it out. I started going through it’s contents in a hurry and that was when I came across the room, it was the exact same picture and it looked exactly like it. I took a big inhale and then an exhale, it wasn’t going to be a little piece of information, this room had being guarded and had punishments that came with seeing it so obviously, I had to get myself ready for the info because this could be one of the biggest informations I had ever gotten my whole life. I flipped through the pages and ny eyes met with one of the greatest shocks it had ever met with as I stared at the book. The page that had the info I coul