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“Tsk, stop calling me like that, Vanilla. I’m your cousin, not your boyfriend. That’s ridiculous.” Cousin? Ah, so this woman is Matthew’s cousin! But why haven’t I ever seen her before? “I’m Vanilla, Matthew’s cousin.” She extended her hand. “Claire.” I shake her hand. “Okay, you can go now. Mom isn’t here, so don’t look for her here anymore.” Matthew flung the door wide open. “Tsk, have some patience. You don’t need to kick me out,” Vanilla retorted sharply. Before she actually left, she glanced at me, then Matthew, and gave a wink.

At this point, I felt like regaining my memory was like a puzzle that needed special permission before I could even unlock it. A maid came over to my table, her voice soft as she informed me that it was time for dinner. I gave her a small nod and told her I would be coming over soon. I started putting the books back in their places, sliding them onto the dusty shelves. Right as I was returning one book on local flora, I suddenly caught the sight of a strangely binded book tucked into a corner. I remembered that it definitely wasn't here the last time I checked. It had a dark, pebbled leather cover that felt oily to the touch. I pulled it out and saw it was a book on shadow wraiths.

Mason said as he swiped to the next image, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. I froze at the sight of this one. I sat back, too stunned to speak. The scene forming in my mind was deliciously wild. “So she didn’t just let a man touch her, but she messed up her body too?” I kept staring at the picture of Zara clearly following a man into a hotel room. A rush of victory surged through me as I rubbed my palms together. “I want it out, immediately.” “Before she continues to rise higher, let her drown in her own scandal.”

SERAPHINA. It had been nearly two years since anyone had touched me like this. My starved body was completely defenseless against the raw friction. Solid, heavy hands traced the deep curves of my waist. His large fingers dug hard into my hips, pinning me to the seat. "Oh, god," I whimpered softly, my head falling back against the leather cushion. Every single nerve ending in my body burst into a raging, uncontrollable fire. The heat between my thighs turned into an absolute inferno. My pussy instantly turned into a dripping, soaking mess, a thick pool of slick moisture completely drowning the lace of my panties.

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- KILLIAN - I close my novel and stretch my arms. This book ended nicely. It was no way romantic or filled with any sort of illusion of love, just a great story line with good action and gore. My type of thing. My gaze falls on the lady by my side. On a normal day, she’d be asleep but she’s not. It’s been hours if I’m not mistaken and she hasn’t moved an inch from her position on the bed, nor is she reading so why on earth is she awake?

I needed to know why she had my hands cuffed. I opened my mouth to question her behavior, but a soft hand came grabbing my boobs from the back. It felt so different from the initial touch, which made me turn back slowly. Behind me was a lady I’d never seen before, romanticizing my body. Her boobs were so firm as they stared at me, her body as fair as snow, and her lips extremely pink and small. Her eyes were dark with lustful desire, and that made me, a sex freak, scream for help mentally. I turned back with a questioning look at the only lady I was familiar with in the room, Annie, the same lesbian lady, to start explaining why the hell an unfamiliar lady was on my bed having the nerve of t

Four Days Later After my little sexcapade with both Alex and Lucus within the master playroom, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting nor craving more. My body almost demanding it when it shouldn’t be. Currently sitting with Tony over in the library I find myself wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie yet again. The piece in the color baby pink. Grants current choice in clothing as I attempted to hide beneath a blanket at least. My eyes now glued to a novel that I had been recently reading. A book by Deborah Garland. Her Irish Mob Family drawing me into a world that was so similar to that of my own but completely different from what I knew.

Attached, I typed out a message: “Here’s the truth you always wanted. Hope you don’t cry too hard when you realize just what a diva your precious Lila really was.” And with that, I put my phone away.