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Did she see desire flickering in his eyes before she escaped? She chided herself for her momentary lapse. From now on, she would avoid touching him! Taking out a book from her handbag, she sat down to read it. Sienna had recommended the book to her but she hadn’t found the time to read it yet. However, her mind could hardly follow a word. It went back to her embarrassing interaction with Christian. What he might think about her? She dozed off to sleep, tired of her struggles since she woke up this morning.

I scrolled through the limited selection of DVDs—mostly action flicks and thrillers that made me know it was his taste, until one caught my eye. Fifty Shades of Grey. I'd heard about it from friends back home, all giggles and whispers about the steamy scenes, but I'd never watched it because of my sheltered life and all that. Tonight, with frustration bubbling under my skin and that lingering heat I felt from Viktor's earlier grab, it felt like the perfect rebellion. I popped it in, cranked the volume high to drown out the silence of the cabin, and settled onto the couch, pulling a blanket over my lap for some semblance of coziness.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

On the team bus heading to an away match against another rival, Sloane gets a direct message from Tatum promising a proper rematch if their teams meet again soon. Sloane stared at her phone screen in the back of the rumbling bus. The message from Tatum lit up her notifications like a challenge she could not ignore. “Proper rematch soon. Bring that fire if you can handle losing again.” Heat rushed through her body. She shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar ache between her legs from their last encounter. The words stirred something dangerous in her chest. Anger mixed with raw desire. She wanted to hate Tatum more than ever, but her pussy throbbed at the thought of another clash.

“Yes, you are. You always do this. Now I’m suspicious about your reluctance to take on any Mafia-related project. You literally are a Mafia encyclopaedia.” I took a deep breath. Some things about my life were better buried. “I like to know about that world. That’s it. There’s no other reason. I don’t involve myself in that world because coming out of it is horrifying and dangerous, and I have a family, too.” “I think there’s more to it than you let on.” There was. It was all in the past.

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

The controlled collapse of her will beneath mine. The sun rises, gilding the edges of the curtains. The library, its silent books, its smell of knowledge and dust, waits. It will wait. For now, there is only this room. This warmth. This endless war of which we are the sole soldiers, the sole witnesses, the sole vanquished and the sole victors. And the terrible, exhilarating vertigo is that in consuming her, I feel, each time, something within me burning too.

“I was exploring the theme of forbidden authority, Dr. Black. The way power makes everything hotter. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it when you read it. I saw how you looked at me in class today. Like you wanted to shut me up by bending me over your desk.” He set the paper down, leaning forward on his elbows. His eyes darkened, and I could see the muscle in his jaw flex. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Ava. Challenging me publicly, then handing in filth like this. Students have been expelled for less. But you… you seem to thrive on it. Tell me, do you get off on pushing my buttons? Does it make that pretty little pussy of yours ache during my lectures?” Holy fuck. Hearing those words from h

He's the only one I always run to in my problems, that's why I love him so much. We ate at a restaurant first and then went to the place full of roses that sparkled. The surroundings are very beautiful and they are relaxing to watch. "Okay, are you ready?" I nodded. "It's beautiful here, it's like picking roses that sparkle." Is there a place we can go and then say all your bad feelings there?"

I read the titles out loud. “The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle. The October Country by Ray Bradbury. Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Last Days by Brian Evenson.” I curl up my lip in disgust. “This is your reading style?” I frown. He glances up. “I like horror.” I widen my eyes. “Boring.” His jaw ticks in annoyance. “What do you like to read?” I purposely bend over, revealing my naked ass. “I like raunch.”