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When the library door closes behind me, I can feel the electricity practically zing off my body. She’s in here. I can smell it. Her perfume lingers in the air, drawing me in like a lure. And I’m definitely coming for the bait. I walk up the stairs and head for the most secluded part of the library. The part no one ever visits for fun, let alone to study. Who in their right mind is ever interested in some old drab from some old guy’s life who lived five hundred years ago? No one … except me. Because I’m not here to read, and neither is she. When I spot her behind a bookcase, my heartbeat picks up, the adrenaline flooding my body. The ripped black jeans she’s wearing barely cover her skin, and the sight makes my mouth water. I’ve already felt her on my fingers. Maybe it’s about time I tasted her too. “Penelope,” I whisper. She gasps. “Who’s there?” She’s turning around and checking each case. “Felix?” But I can easily outpace her. From behind a bookcase, I watch her. Her face scrunches up in a pretty way when she’s annoyed. Pretty enough to make me want to bend her over the desk behind her. “I can see you …” I mutter through a hole in the bookcase. In shock, she turns around, our eyes connecting for a brief second before I disappear again behind another bookshelf. But I can hear her breathe heavier and heavier with every passing second. God, I love a good chase. When she’s with her back to me, I slide past two narrow bookcases and slowl

“Jealous?” he asks when he’s done with her. “You wish.” I blow out a breath as my body erupts into goose bumps, the cold really getting to me now. “You know I can see it in your eyes, right?” he says, and he suddenly gets up. His chest glistens in the moonlight, water sparkling across the many intricate designs tattooed all over his arms and hands, one of them being the Skull & Serpent House symbol. There’s even a tattoo on the side of his belly; a woman b3gging on her knees while holding a cross. And it’s becoming really, really hard to look away. Especially since he’s not wearing anything underneath. And I mean nothing. “I don’t know what you see in my eyes,” I retort, trying to keep it together. “Possibilities,” he replies, taking a step toward me. But it’s the way he looks at me that makes my feet feel glued to the ground. He playfully lifts his brow. “Like my tats?” “You wanted to tattoo someone praying to God?” “No,” he retorts, staring at me with hawk-like eyes. “It means not even God can stand in my way of making a woman b3g.” Wow. That literally made me gulp. “Leave us,” he rasps over his shoulder, and the girls immediately crawl out of the natural spring with disappointed looks on their faces. But he only seems to have eyes on me as he walks closer and closer until he’s in the middle of the water. And for some reason, it’s suddenly becoming hard to breathe. “You want me to … help you.” I nod. “I can do

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍1𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎… I hurry through the hallways, passing people so quickly I almost bump into them, and I apologize profusely as I run to the room I’m supposed to be in. However, the hallway is blocked off right where I need to be. I peer over the students gathered around. One boy is throwing books at another boy, while that one simply laughs and shrugs. But the first one doesn’t quit and suddenly lunges at the guy. The whole crowd erupts into gasps and laughter, egging them on as they begin to throw punches at each other, gripping hair and tearing clothing into shreds. Suddenly, behind the ruckus, a familiar bunch emerge. The three boys that put my nerves on edge. Dylan, Alistair … and Felix. An air of darkness follows them wherever they go, like a cloud of rain in the dusk. As they walk down the hall, Dylan casually throws a lighter into the air and continuously catches it, while Alistair throws his backpack over his shoulder. But Felix keeps his hands tightly secured in his pockets, his white shirt barely able to cover his pecs and biceps. They’re headed straight towards the fight, with no intention of stopping anytime soon. And even though half the crowd begins to disperse as they come closer and closer, the fighting doesn’t seem to stop … nor

“Open your mouth.” Slowly, my lips part, and his fingers inch closer to my mouth, rubbing my lips with our mixed saliva until he pushes them in. With his eyes locked onto mine, he pushes his fingers in deeper and deeper until his knuckles hit my teeth. “L1ck.” Rage fills my bones. Yet I still do what he asks, l1cking off his fingers until I can taste both him and me on my t0ngue for what feels like forever. Victory drags out a smug half smile on his face, making me want to repeat it all over again. But if I did, this game of back-and-forth would never end. This is what he wants. And I handed it to him on a silver platter. As his fingers leave my thr0at, I cough, but his other hand slowly tightens around my neck. He towers over me, and I can’t do anything but let him squeeze off the vein in my neck until I’m lightheaded. He inches closer and closer until he’s a hair’s breadth away from me, and his tongue dips out to l1ck my top lip. Just a hint. Just a taste. Just a single touch. “Stand up,” he says, a filthy grin on his face as he pulls me up from the floor. He guides me back until I’m right in front of the couch, and he sits down, his gaze as well as his hands slowly gliding down my body, to my belly button hiding behind thin white cotton. His fingers crawl underneath the short skirt of the maid’s outfit, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He pushes up the dress, stopping only once the scar he left is visible. His eyes travel up to mine, and their hunge

Every time she exits the changing room, she looks like a completely different person, chic, daring, provocative, luxurious, all of it combined. And even though she has no clue how to wear the dresses, the dresses fit her to a T. “What do you think?” I ask. “They look lovely, but …” She turns around in the mirror and finds the tag, her face losing all its color. “That price tag, my God.” I tap my fingers impatiently. “What about it?” “It’s too high. I can’t pay for this,” she says. My brow lifts. “How high?” “Ten.” “Milli0n?” Her pupils dilate. “God, no. Thousand.” I snort. “I thought it’d be more.” Now her mouth widens too, southward. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. I can’t take this.” She immediately goes back into the dressing room, and I sigh, rubbing my eyes. When will this girl accept there is no saying no to us? “Heath, can you help me?” she asks after a while. I get up and approach the curtain she’s hiding behind. “The zipper is stuck.” I push open the curtain and find her half-dressed, with the golden dress drooping over her shoulders, the curves of her body clearly visible through the fabric. And my God, does it make my mouth water. I pull the curtain closed behind me and bring my hands up to her dress, slowly zipping it down. Wherever my fingers go, goose bumps follow in their tracks as my eyes connect with hers through the mirror. “You look gorgeous in this dress,” I mutter. She blushes. “Thank yo

Penelope adjusts her dress and checks her makeup in a tiny mirror she fished out of her clutch. “So your sister, huh? You two are like peas in a pod.” I stop in my tracks and turn around, frowning, “What did you just say?” She shrugs. “That arrogance and the temper …” I shove her against the car and plant a flat hand against the metal, blocking her way out. “I do not have a temper,” I growl. She smirks in my face. And it makes me want to punch the car … and kiss her at the same time. “Told you,” she says. “If you dish it out, better be prepared for the consequences, Pen,” I whisper, leaning in. “Are you ready for that?” “Won’t change facts,” she mutters. “My sister is nothing like me.” She snorts. “I’ve known her for two seconds, and I’ve seen all I need to know.” “You’re a masoch1st, aren’t you?” I murmur. “And you’re a sad1st,” she says. “A sad1st you love to be used by,” I say, my lips hovering close to hers. “And if you don’t watch your mouth, I will stick my f1ngers inside you right here out in the streets.” Her jaw drops. “You wouldn’t.” My lip twitches. “Wanna bet?” “Guys? You coming, or what?” Dylan calls from the gates to the property his parents own. There goes the moment. “Coming,” I growl, without ever taking my eyes off hers, and then whisper, “And you will too before this night is over.” I push myself off her and march to the gate, leaving her in a puddle of her own

Penelope adjusts her dress and checks her makeup in a tiny mirror she fished out of her clutch. “So your sister, huh? You two are like peas in a pod.” I stop in my tracks and turn around, frowning, “What did you just say?” She shrugs. “That arrogance and the temper …” I shove her against the car and plant a flat hand against the metal, blocking her way out. “I do not have a temper,” I growl. She smirks in my face. And it makes me want to punch the car … and kiss her at the same time. “Told you,” she says. “If you dish it out, better be prepared for the consequences, Pen,” I whisper, leaning in. “Are you ready for that?” “Won’t change facts,” she mutters. “My sister is nothing like me.” She snorts. “I’ve known her for two seconds, and I’ve seen all I need to know.” “You’re a masoch1st, aren’t you?” I murmur. “And you’re a sad1st,” she says. “A sad1st you love to be used by,” I say, my lips hovering close to hers. “And if you don’t watch your mouth, I will stick my f1ngers inside you right here out in the streets.” Her jaw drops. “You wouldn’t.” My lip twitches. “Wanna bet?” “Guys? You coming, or what?” Dylan calls from the gates to the property his parents own. There goes the moment. “Coming,” I growl, without ever taking my eyes off hers, and then whisper, “And you will too before this night is over.” I push myself off her and march to the gate, leaving her in a puddle of her own

A MUST-READ Dark Reverse Harem Romance is now available on Amazon > https://amzn.to/3Qshjdi I hurry through the hallways, passing people so quickly I almost bump into them, and I apologize profusely as I run to the room I’m supposed to be in. However, the hallway is blocked off right where I need to be. I peer over the students gathered around. One boy is throwing books at another boy, while that one simply laughs and shrugs. But the first one doesn’t quit and suddenly lunges at the guy. The whole crowd erupts into gasps and laughter, egging them on as they begin to throw punches at each other, gripping hair and tearing clothing into shreds. Suddenly, behind the ruckus, a familiar bunch emerge. The three boys that put my nerves on edge. Dylan, Alistair … and Felix. An air of darkness follows them wherever they go, like a cloud of rain in the dusk. As they walk down the hall, Dylan casually throws a lighter into the air and continuously catches it, while Alistair throws his backpack over his shoulder. But Felix keeps his hands tightly secured in his pockets, his white shirt barely able to cover his pecs and biceps. They’re headed straight towards the fight, with no intention of stopping anytime soon. And even though half the crowd begins to disperse as they come closer and closer, the fighting doesn’t seem to stop … nor do the boys. As Felix passes the two fighting, one of them bumps into him, and he punches him sideways so hard into the wall he slumps down to th

A MUST-READ Dark Reverse Harem Romance is now available on Amazon > https://amzn.to/3UKwKjj I hurry through the hallways, passing people so quickly I almost bump into them, and I apologize profusely as I run to the room I’m supposed to be in. However, the hallway is blocked off right where I need to be. I peer over the students gathered around. One boy is throwing books at another boy, while that one simply laughs and shrugs. But the first one doesn’t quit and suddenly lunges at the guy. The whole crowd erupts into gasps and laughter, egging them on as they begin to throw punches at each other, gripping hair and tearing clothing into shreds. Suddenly, behind the ruckus, a familiar bunch emerge. The three boys that put my nerves on edge. Dylan, Alistair … and Felix. An air of darkness follows them wherever they go, like a cloud of rain in the dusk. As they walk down the hall, Dylan casually throws a lighter into the air and continuously catches it, while Alistair throws his backpack over his shoulder. But Felix keeps his hands tightly secured in his pockets, his white shirt barely able to cover his pecs and biceps. They’re headed straight towards the fight, with no intention of stopping anytime soon. And even though half the crowd begins to disperse as they come closer and closer, the fighting doesn’t seem to stop … nor do the boys. As Felix passes the two fighting, one of them bumps into him, and he punches him sideways so hard into the wall he slumps down to th