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She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

“Someone you’d never suspect. And someone who will strike when we least expect it. Kane’s network… is only the beginning. The real betrayal is yet to come.” Isabella shivered, not from the cold, but from the realization that danger, desire, and deception were entwined in a deadly dance—and that every move she made could cost her life, Damian’s, or Valentina’s. The city below glittered, oblivious, serene, and beautiful. But inside the Moretti estate, shadows moved, secrets festered, and betrayal lingered, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And Isabella knew this truth: in the world of seduction and strategy, no one was untouchable, no secret safe, and no heart truly secure.

Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient secretary, the one who always hid behind corporate suits, was actually a sexy hottie who was craving me. I turned to her. Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, her nipples still hard and proud, begging for my touch. It wasn’t my first time with a woman, but it was, without question, the best. And I already knew I wanted more. She caught me staring, and a soft smile curved her lips. “You fuck real good,” she whispered still panting I smirked, my gaze shamelessly glued to her chest. My hand slid over and closed around one perfect peak, teasing and rolling it between my fingers until she gave a sharp intake of breath.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

A slow, nasty little smile that made my heartbeat stutter. She walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. Her fingers touched my knee, slow and teasing, trailing up the inside of my thigh like she’d done it before. I gasped. My whole body lit up. And he was right there behind her, pulling off her top, sucking her neck, rubbing her breasts while she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue slid into my mouth before I could stop it. She tasted like sweet wine and secrets. Her hands cupped my tits. His hands shoved my thighs wider. And then he went down on me like he was starving. His tongue was, merciless.

Elias kissed me slowly, full of pain and love. But as we held each other in the Red Room, I felt the weight of everything crushing down on me. Marcus had won with the blackmail, the sharing, and the endless nights of submission. Book 1 was over. But my real nightmare was only just beginning. Little did I know that being my professor’s pet and Marcus’s sex toy was just the beginning of my misfortune.

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Curiously Blake went to the book to see the title she was reading. ‘How I Seduced My Boss’ by Roberta Stewart. Blake chuckled and began to read a few lines as he waited for Susan to finish. ‘I entered the office and met his gaze. My heart was racing as I approached him. His dark hair fell over his face giving him a masculine appearance. He gave me an unemotional stare as I approached. Looking into his eyes, my body lost all control as the moisture developed in my ever-wanting pussy. If he would take me and bend me over his desk, I would never protest, but he is already married and loves his wife. When will he see me as a desirable______.’

“You’ve probably seduced enough women to populate a small town.” His laughter brought her head snapping up as nothing else could have. She glared at him. “Don’t you laugh at me, Dash Black. You don't have any right to.” He put his hands out in a gesture of surrender. “I am not the rogue you think me and I was not trying to seduce you.” “Right.” What the heck had he been doing then, practicing his technique? She thought. He brushed her hair behind her ear in a tender gesture that made her treacherous heart melt. “You belong to me as no woman has. Do not regret the passion the good God has given us as a gift.”

She sighed. They stood there in silence. Staring at one another in the middle of the street with the warm rain showering down on them. Their eyes slowly drinking each other in, taking notice of every curve and flaw their body displayed. Sedars breathing became short and fierce with the possession of lust. The corner of his mouth twitched as his fingers trembled when he couldn't take his eyes off her deep red lips. He was captivated by their fullness and played with the thought of kissing her. He soon found himself reaching out to wipe her hair out of her face. She glanced back at him, stepping out of his proximity, screaming as she lost her footing and stumbled back towards the ongoing traff