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I enjoyedBeautiful Vice. Eva fell in love with Konstantin. Konstantin went down on his knees in front of her in the presence of the entire Bratva clan, asking for her forgiveness. They renewed their vows. He cut her skin to remove her birth control implant because he wanted five children but didn’t trust doctors and, well, no one was allowed to touch Eva but him. He bought her an entire freaking town in France, because he already bought her a tropical island in Chapter Seven as an apology for missing a dinner date because he was torturing a guy who dared touch her hair during a gala. Chivalry is not dead. And, of course, it was HEA, as they say in the romance world, happily ever after.
Lu, you officially won me over to the smutty side of literature.
This is the only novel-sized work under @MidnightLu. The rest are erotic shorts.
I open them one by one and skim the barely existent plot, focusing on the hot scenes.
My body flares up at the words like there’s hot air seeping into my pores.
He thrusts inside me, and I whimper at the slight pain and the pleasure that intertwine into a scorching fire, burning within me.
Is that how it feels for girls?
“I’m gonna make you come, little fawn.”
Little fawn? This must be a popular mountain recluse romance genre.
“So many times, you can’t walk afterward.”
The dude is gonna hurt her.
I flip to the next story, searching for the raunchy scenes, looking for anything slightly more realistic.
“Nuh-huh. Tsk-tsk. No hands, kitten.”
Katsiónak!I must have aBeautiful Vicehangover because I instantly like this guy.
“You are so wet for me, petal.”
Petal? How does Lu come up with those nicknames?
“You are too big.”
“Take me like the good little whore that you are. All of it.”
Dude, tame it down.
“There you are,” he growls, and I scream in ecstasy, hot tears spilling down my cheeks as his hips snap against mine as he pounds away.
He impaled her, that’s it. And she’s crying.
“Real men don’t need assistance when they eat.”
This one is a sex Terminator.
“That’s what I call a meal.”
He’s fucking intense.
His mouth takes as much of me in as it can and bites down—
Enough.
My erection is heavy, almost hurting as it strains my jeans. Those stories spin in my head, and I rub myself through the fabric, trying to calm down.
This is way out of my comfort zone, but I can learn what women like, whatLulikes. She might be writing this to please the readers, but I’ve been to war and know how to observe and look for patterns.
There’s certainly a pattern in her writing, the little words and scenes that get repeated here and there, the ones that Lu enjoys writing. I need to pay more attention.
