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More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

i could say by the look in her eyes she was innocent . "What is your age ?" i asked her i had doubt about her age . "i ... am almost 18 but father said to them that i am 19 and made me look old ." how could he do this ? how can a father give away her daugther like this how ?. "but we gave mony and you know their no way arount it . its. job take it as a job and do it ".

I even have filthy dreams about him and the age gap which was supposed to put me off only made it hotter I am nineteen now but it is still impossible. He is thirty-four. Fifteen years older than me and he has never looked at me like a woman before What was I thinking sneaking into his room and doing what I did? I thought he'd stepped out and wasn't coming back anytime soon… and since I had his keys and went there anytime I like. I was too tempted today to resist climbing his bed and touching myself. I wanted to bury myself in the fantasy I always had… and where did that get me?

Chapter One I've always convinced myself that I'm not the type of man who cares about innocence. I preferred ladies who were seasoned, open-minded, and already familiar with my game's rules. However, I knew I needed to be the guy to take it from her when I saw her sitting in the coffee shop's corner with a book in her hands and her knees crossed so firmly that it looked like she was protecting a treasure. She seems to have never—never—been touched appropriately. Wide-eyed and fresh-faced, she wore that big cardigan as though she was attempting to hide from the whole world. She was unable to hide from me, though.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

Then my fingers brushed a book I was unfamiliar with. I slid the book forward, its spine bare, leather worn smooth by long-forgotten hands. The pages resisted, then sighed open in a cloud of dust. The script was older, the ink a dull copper in the lamplight. And at the top of one page, the words struck me like a heartbeat: The Trial of Flame.

My request made her nervous and I realized that when she lowered her gaze timidly. She inhaled softly and said in a flat and slow voice while looking into my eyes. "Prince, The book is about how to punish and control girls. It has some weird things that used to happen in ancient times or maybe in different yugas and here is the page that I read mistakenly." She said softly with a hint of scariness. I turned soft as I realized that she had taken the book in another way and I thought it was the correct time to have some conversations regarding the perceptions she had created about the physical part of the relationship.

The high cheekbones and hollow cheeks of his cheeks complemented his red, luscious, plump lips. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a god or even a devil; considering his sharp and flawless appearance, this boy screamed dangerous and forbidden. And you could tell he was because his aroma exuded it. Dominic shook my mother's hand and did the same with my father. Then Warren walked away from me and shook his hand as well until I was the last one left. He switched his piercing gaze from my brother's to mine. I cleared my throat and gazed up into his amber eyes. "Jessica," I introduced myself.

TRIGGER WARNING THIS BOOK IS STRICT EROTICA - 18+ ONLY CONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT SEX, HEAVY BLASPHEMY, PRIEST/YOUNG WOMAN TABOO, ROUGH SEX, CHOKING, SPANKING, FILTHY DIRTY TALK, AND RISK OF GETTING CAUGHT IN CHURCH. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "Angela's POV" At twenty-three years old, I was pretty sure I was going straight to hell — and I was surprisingly okay with it.