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Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.

The next chapter will be spicy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Please enjoy (^⁠‿⁠^⁠) ser feliz 🌹

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

I want to take a moment to appreciate my beautiful readers for getting this far. This book is gonna be hot, mind-blowing, dark, intense and fiery. Buckle up.. the story's just beginning. 🔥🔥💞 leave your reviews, and sweet gems... and prepare for this sweet ride.

“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

She saw a name written on the first page of the book. CLYDE JOHNSON DEL ESPANIA. She couldn't help but smile. What a perfect name for someone as handsome as him. It was as if the name was perfectly made for him. She closed the book and took her time to kiss it before she realized something. She could taste a hint of bitterness at the tip of her tongue. She even licked her lips to make sense of the taste. It was bitter, nothing like she'd ever tasted before. That was when she realized the state of the book just a few minutes before. She hadn't even wiped all of the dirt off her face, and there were still traces of it left on her lips!

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I pulled off Theo’s cock with a wet, messy sound, strings of saliva and oil still connecting my swollen lips to the flushed, throbbing head. My chest was heaving. My mind was spinning. I had never felt so exposed, so raw, and yet so hungry for more. Theo looked down at me, eyes dark with lust, but still gentle. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, wiping away the mess. “You don’t have to—” “I want to,” I said quickly, voice hoarse. “I want all of it. I want you inside me.”

“And here we are, drinking like teenagers hiding from our parents.” Maximus snorted. “Better than being shot on the Strip.” I shrugged. “Barely.” Gabriella and Lessia walked in with takeout bags like angels delivering salvation. The place instantly smelled of garlic and heaven. “About time,” I said, standing. “I was two seconds away from chewing on Max’s shoe.” “You’d do it too,” Vincent muttered, already ripping open a container of fettuccine. Gabriella rolled her eyes. “Maybe say thank you before stuffing your face.”

“Let’s start light. Boy or girl, what’s the one name you’d never allow?” “Hmm…” I smirked. “Damian Jr.” He gasped. “You wound me.” I laughed harder, relaxing for the first time in days. And just when I thought things couldn’t get more ridiculous, my stomach growled — loudly. Damian paused. “Was that…” “Don’t say it.” “You’re hungry again.” “No—yes—but it’s weird. I want spicy mango and toast. Together.” He blinked. “Spicy mango… and toast?” I nodded, eyes wide. “And maybe some marshmallows.”