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FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 1 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

I’d fall flat on my face or sting my butt as I land hard on the ice. I’ve downed one glass of wine, okay, okay so I was a bit thirsty and hardly drank when I was fake dating Alex, then of course we’ve only been out a few times and I never drank a lot. Who would with all those paps everywhere, I for one didn’t want my lace thong or panties on display. The lump at the back of my throat has eased off some, I guess being back in my own place is comforting in a way being surrounded by my extensive book collection, apparently you only need something like a thousand books for it to count as a library. My last count was seven hundred and thirty-five, not that far off. I was planning on having one of

she asked Jace turning her gaze to him. Jace turned his gaze toward her also as he responded. “Every damn day.” Kayla gave a tired smile. “Luke doesn’t satisfy me. It’s the same thing every time. No foreplay, no asking what I want. He just cums and turns away like I don’t even matter.” “Damn.” Jace shook his head. “That’s rough.” “Yeah. I fake my orgasm all the time just to get it over with,” she said, voice flat. Then, after a beat, she added, “Sometimes I close my eyes and think about something else while he’s fucking me.”

My husband asked me if I wanted to have a date night with him on Saturday. "Honey, actually, I was thinking of hanging out with my girls. It's been a while and I wanted to see them." I looked at my husband and lied confidently. ‘Actually babe, I'm already doing date night. I've got four dates this Saturday, and you're not one of them.’ Inside, my thoughts raced… yes, four throbbing cocks ready to pound my slutty holes while you sit home thinking I have changed… Poppy you wicked whore, full of deception and lies’

His hands roamed your body, mapping every curve, committing every detail to memory. *Suddenly impatient, he spun you around, pressing your front against the cold wall of the locker room. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point.* "Mine," *he growled against your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing the smooth expanse of your stomach.* "Say it. Say you're mine." *A gasp escapes your lips as Mr. Dante pins you against the wall, his strong hands exploring your body with bold confidence. Every touch leaves trails of fire in its wake, igniting sensations you've never known before.*

Damn. He licked his lips and locked his arms on the desk, cornering me. "What... what are you doing?" He leaned over me and brush his lips against my ear, "We can do this, Shane. I won't tell anyone." He carefully runs his finger from my ears, down to my bare shoulders. My knees weaken with his touch, the pressure of his finger in my skin is satisfying and I don't think I can resist what he is doing. He looked at me with an intent stare and pressed his lips into mine. My lips parted and accepted his tongue to slide inside my mouth. I groaned upon feeling his hands wandering inside my dress, caressing my chest.

Liam looked at me then, his eyes going soft, “It’s really well written, Ella. You have a talent.” I felt my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and pride, “You know that I’m the one who wrote that?” Liam nodded. I had never expected someone like Liam, an Alpha werewolf, with his tough exterior and she-wolves throwing themselves at him, to appreciate my romance novels. “Thank you. I just…I can’t believe you know that I’m the one writing those novels,” she murmured, still trying to process this information. Liam leaned back again, a playful glint in his eyes. “You know, we could try out some scenes from your book on our next fake date. That might make it a lot more interesting.”

Damian said mockingly,my ears turned hot instantly. " Look.. let's just pretend that never happened”I looked at him, his eyes stared right back at me, not leaving mine not even a moment before slowly traveling down to my cleavage that was exposed a little bit. I bit my lips unsure of what to do. “Pretend I never held those babies?, pretend I never sucked those like my life depended on it?”Damian looked at my eyes again, his eyes flirtatious. " Huh?"I mouthed caught of guard.

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

Right on cue, a pair of hard palms slid from my back to my boobs. Without warning, he pulled both teats earning a gasp I couldn’t stop. “That’s more like it.” Mr brown haired said with a cocky smile. “Strip her already, I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.” Mr green eyes said, not masking the lust glistening from his eyes. My chest felt like it would rip open at any second with the way my heart pounded against it. What was more exciting? The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names.