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Instead he turned the other way and pulled the girl into a room bigger than a normal bedroom. This room held shelf upon shelf of beautifully bound books. A fire stirred lazily in the fireplace and a tray sat upon the wide desk. It held both a crystal decanter of his favorite whisky and a small pot of chocolate, left to stay warm on the tiny flame of a candle. Chal shook his head. Rodney was amazing. The man seemed psychic but he refused to tell Chal if he held some kind of supernatural power. He'd learned not to ask, just to enjoy having what he wanted before he wanted it.

He almost growled. My eyes widened as he pried my legs apart and without warning pushed two fingers inside me, ripping a gasp of surprise from me, which then turned into a moan when his mouth descended and covered my core with his lips. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I felt flushed everywhere. Daxton Cervantes was eating me like a hungry beast! "Dax! Ah!" His fingers curled and gradually moved faster, causing the air in my lungs to fade away as I clenched around his fingers. "That's a fucking sight to behold,"

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My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

But fucking spent. “If I’m crazy, then you are insanely mad.” I replied. We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence except for our heavy breathing. “Well, this is one of hundreds of the fantasies in your book.” He said. “Yeah?” I breathed. “What do you say, every weekend, we tick out more of them?” A wicked smile played on his lips. He is married. He is my boss. Anything could happen. I should say no, clean up, and dash out of his office.

I see stacks of books everywhere though. They almost fill a wall of the room tucked neatly on the shelves and they aren't limited to his university syllabus. There are newly published books, mostly fantasy titles from all across the world. The books look well-read too with how folded the spines are. Nik blocks my view of his enigmatic bookshelf as he hovers above me, bracing his knees on both sides of my thighs and his mouth swoops down to kiss my neck. His breath tickles my chin, causing my senses to blind as his mouth latches itself

From my emotions and feelings towards her, I was still like a reader reading the book with the b*tch butting into the story. I walk my way where I could find total silence, the library. There were no students around and only the librarian is there. I step inside and I was overwhelmed with silence, this is what I want, peace. I move my feet slowly, looking at the book, trying to grab a masterpiece. There were thick and thin books. I look at the story titles one-by-one. I went to the fantasy section. The Magic Of The Bottle The Lost Genie The Werewolves Mate The Bloody Moon

I fold my legs beneath me, and bring out my phone. A book can keep my awake so I surf the internet. Quickly I see a lot of fantasy books, but I’ve never really gravitated towards those. I don’t know what pushes me though. Maybe I’m just tired of being oblivious or my mother’s thesis, or the strange recurrences, I click on the first book I see and buy it. It takes only a second. I scroll past the forward and settle on the first chapter.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

Twenty years older than me, with that salt-and-pepper hair at his temples and the jawline that made my stomach tighten every single time he looked my way. I could feel the heat building between my thighs just watching him command the space. “Miss Ava,” he said suddenly, his eyes locking onto mine from across the hall, that calm authority in his tone sending a shiver straight down my spine. “Care to share why you think the author’s portrayal of desire here is nothing more than a cheap power fantasy? Or are you just here to disrupt again?” The class went quiet, all eyes on us. I felt my cheeks flush but not from embarrassment. No, this was the rush I lived for.