"Get. Out" I say while lifting up the blade to his neck and smiling innocently. His face remains emotionless but he quickly grabs my wrist that holds the dagger, pulls me loser while his other hand grabs my throat roughly. "drop it Puttana" He says in a low, warning tone but only smirk then lean up to whisper in his ear, "How about... No" My tone is playfully but he looks unimpressed. "Drop. It." he says firmly and I just keep the blade in my hand to irritate him further. l expected for him to rip it out of my grasp but instead he suddenly leaned down and roughly slammed his lips onto mine. I dropped the dagger without realizing until he broke the kiss and whispered "mmm good girl" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Disclaimer: this story is 18+ it has a TON of smut, strong language, and very graphic scenes if your not comfortable reading topics like that I do not recommend reading this. Also this is the first book I've written and it's gonna be shitty so you've been warned.

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."