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After some time the book is ok till now I have read about 50 pages but then I furrow my brows. Is this a sex book? I skip some pages to see if it is like that. What the hell! There is no story, why is there only smut? I look in front of me to see Alesso smirking at me and Matteo was trying to hide his laugh. He knew! I glare at him and walk to the shelf for another book. Don't judge me, I like erotic books but I am not comfortable reading them in front of people who know what the book is about. Keeping the previous book on the shelf I glanced for another book.

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.

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“How do you know it’s called smut?” “G****e search.” His gaze flicks from my lips to my eyes. I let out an amused breath. “You searched it?” It feels unbelievable. “Yeah.” He nods once. “I’m always curious about you.” His admission is nonchalant, but it grips something inside of me. I look back at the page, pulling the book up to hide my flustered face. “A way to keep tabs on your captive, I see.” An annoyed groan vibrates against my back. “Let’s go with that.”

said Doom, smiling from ear to ear. This was the first time I adored his smile. He looks so pleasing to watch, and seeing him getting excited was contagious. "We will only open one chapter; we have things to do today. Choose a specific scene, and tell me the page." He passed me the book, and it was halfway through the end. It was in Chapter 23. "Hold the book and close your eyes. In a snap of a finger, we will arrive at the exact scene you picked." "Okay,"

I fell to my knees right where I was, in the hallway in front of my room and pulled out the book. The roots were gone. I blinked, scanning the book on both sides. The roots clutching the pages from every side were gone, making it look like a normal book. Did I pick up the wrong book or something? But looking at the strange languaged title I was relieved it was the right book. But where did the roots go? Or was I imagining them entirely before? Shaking my head, I turned the cover, and pages written in that strange language came to sight. Peculiar symbols like the moon, wolf heads and many others occupied most of the pages.

I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer. I opened the book and started flipping through the pages, looking for a good story or myth to read to him. I paused for a moment at the title page that read ‘The All Mother and the Sacred Four’, tilting the book towards Calix. He smiled and scooted closer, nodding again as I turned the final page and cleared my throat.

" Okay, now its time for my reward" A thick book appeared on his hand, opening the book. The book has a brown cover page and an introduction to smithing. There are different pictures of a man holding a hammer inside. There are also blue prints of different weapons and apparatus. On the other corner of the page is the description and explanation on how to properly hit a metal. Checking out the content, everything was registered on the mind of Eduard. It was shocking that every time he read the content, he can't forget it. He can also feel that he can so what the book describe, right now.

Mart quietly opened the book, then looked at it well and said, "This book seems to have a number of pages torn from it." sera asks: How did you know this? Mart wrapped the book to her and told her, "Look here, you'll find a trace of some torn pages." After he saw it, he rolled it up to him again and then said: Let's start reading it then. Mart started reading it out loud and then read the first page that came in front of him. It was the first page after the torn pages.

I mumbled, running my hand through the stained page. "Why don't we look at the art book you mentioned? We might find something worthy in it." Sam picked it up and went back to where he sat before, while I was still stuck with the journal. There was something odd about it; I felt as if it contained every necessary information I might need, but somebody had purposely damaged that part of the journal. "Here!" Sam tapped on the book in front of him. "I think we have found a fragment of what we are searching for." Then he began to read it out.