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There it lay, in all the golden majesty of the cover. The diary of the witches. BOOK FOUR.

It wasn't the wish Thorne and I had bargained for, not even close, but it was better than the torture he had put me to. I was out… I was finally out. “We also found this," the officer said and his voice snapped me out of my daze. I smiled, turning to him only to find in his hands a brown book, the pages burnt at the edges and the cover covered in ash. My smile instantly died. He extended it toward me. “We found it beside your limp body and thought it might be–” “TAKE THAT SHIT AWAY!” I screamed before he could finish. "GET IT AWAY!”

“You don’t want to fight it. It only makes it worse.” My body was already betraying me. My limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, like they no longer belonged to me. I tried to scream. Nothing came out. The last thing I saw before darkness swallowed me was a flash of silver hair and a calm, satisfied smile. Sophia. ~ I woke up choking. Air burned my lungs as I sucked it in desperately, my chest rising and falling too fast. My head pounded viciously, every thought sluggish and disoriented. Cold stone pressed against my back.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

Natalie clutched the stool tight with both her hands to gain some strength before she could stand up. Theo pulled out. He got some tissues from the table and cleaned himself. Natalie stood up, knowing well how she must be looking like, because she could feel his hot seed dripping down her thigh. Maybe the newspaper was right, she was a dirty, dirty girl, but not a secret anymore, and he was forbidden anymore.

Bree’s dirty secret was pain. Her dopamine was pain. Her sugar fix was pain. Her medication was pain. She could reach heaven and stay there if she was in pain. Bree’s eyes were closed. She was breathing deeply and regularly, her mind was blank, and her senses swayed with the rhythm and beat of music coming from the speakers. Voi Che Sapete from Figaro was playing. The AC was cold on her skin, her delicate wrists and ankles were chained to a circular, wooden frame standing in the middle of the large room, her legs wide open. She only had panties to cover her nakedness, but she didn’t feel any shame at all that her body was exposed like this to the eyes of the man who held the whip in the comm

Ingrid rocked her body against his hardness, stimulating her clit, pressing against her swollen folds. Noah held her tight and captured her lips just as she was about to explode. She moaned loudly into his mouth, eyes wide open, as shock and thrill consumed her. Ingrid climaxed from their dry humping—right there, in the middle of the dance floor. She could feel Noah’s body trembling as he reached his release. Their bodies trembled together as they held each other, riding the aftermath of their dirty dance. Noah hugged her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the world. As if wanting to tell her how much he had enjoyed what they had just done. As if letting her know that she had nothing t

I was more terrified about the fact that the guy I saw staring at me at the Mafia Association Ball, who Liam told me was the new leader of the Italian Mafia, aka the guy that I’ve had a crush on for the past 5 years was one of my best friend’s brothers aka the leader of the most powerful mafia in the world. Why was my life so fucking hard? Like what did I do to deserve this? You’d think I was living in one of those Mafia x Reader books, but I do not want to end up being the goddamn Y/N who swoons when the guy so much as breathes and acts fucking helpless the whole fucking book. So, with that thought in my head I made a new promise to myself. I would not fall for Stephan Ferrari; I would hate

I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you. LonelyGirl: Every nerve in my body is on fire. When our eyes met today I almost came right there and then. LimberJack: Were you wet? LonelyGirl: Soaked. LimberJack: Good to know. Next time I want you to slip them off and give them to me. LonelyGirl: You want my dirty underwear?

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