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  I let him touch my soul, caress my body inside and out, making it full for the first time… physically and emotionally.

  And he worshipped me, making me cry out for pleasure instead of pain, giving me the delicious taste of being loved, cherished… and wanted.

  As I fell asleep in his arms, his words were enough to put a teary smile on my face:

  “I will never forget you, Princess.”

  ASHTON

  That night, it was the last time she smiled.

  That morning, her scream woke me up. I could easily tell she was in indescribable pain, all the muscles in her body were contracting as I tried to calm her. But nothing I did could help her anymore.

  I called the nurses, the doctors, but there was nothing they could do, either.

  I had never felt that miserable, that useless in my life.

  I wanted to take her pain away, make her smile again. There was nothing I wouldn’t do if I knew that I would see her look at me with happiness just one more time.

  I would kiss her one last time if I knew that I could suck her pain off of her lips.

  But I couldn’t do anything…

  I only watched her as she slipped away from my fingers. With every painful cry from her, I lost one piece of myself. Every time she closed her eyes because of the painkillers, I felt my heart shatter with the fear of losing her.

  The next two days she stayed under the spell of heavy painkillers and sedatives. The second they lost their effects on her she turned back into a screaming mess, crushing the last beating part of my heart between her slender fingers.

  I was losing her… with each passing second… and all I wanted to do was stop the time. But it was selfish of me, forcing her to live in sorrow just for another second with her.

  Yet, she thought of me even through the pain she was feeling.

  She cursed at me to leave.

  She begged me to get out of the hospital… like there was any place in that world I would rather be.

  She sobbed for me to not see her like this… like she wasn’t fucking perfect even then.

  She screamed at me to forget her… like that was even possible…

  I couldn’t say anything…

  I couldn’t do anything but watch her with tears in my eyes…

  I couldn’t even dream another day without her…

  But as she finally closed her eyes to drift from this life, I said the only truth I knew:

  “I will never forget you, Princess.”

  Acknowledgement

  This story means so much to me…so thank “you” for giving it a try and reading it.

  Huge thanks to my dear friend MIA SHERIDAN for being my beta-reader, giving me an amazing idea to make this novella better. I cannot thank her enough. I’m so privileged to call her my friend. My life wouldn’t be complete without her kind soul in it. Thank you, Mia!

  A special thanks to SCOTT HILDRETH for everything he did to help me. He is fun, wise, badass but above all he has the biggest and kindest heart! Thanks, Scott!

  Thanks a lot to SLOANE HOWELL for always being there for me.

  Thanks to AIDAN WILLOWS for being my beta-reader and my very dear friend. She is amazing and I have no idea what I would do without her.

  Another thanks to TESSA VALIS. She cares for my work like it’s her own. She is amazing!

  The biggest thanks to POPKITTY for everything she did during this process. She is an amazing person. Her talent is off the chart. The cover she made, the teasers… she created magic! Her touch is in every page of this novella and I appreciate it. I wouldn’t get through this journey without her help. She means so much to me!

  Another special thanks to ANASTASIA and her PR company –Hearts, Flowers and Handcuffs PR. She helped me so much from the beginning. She even became my PA whenever I needed her help. Her kindness, her willingness to help is beyond words. I am so lucky to have her in my team.

  And I want to thank to all ladies in Amo & Sarah’s Book Corner, to Diane from Read Me Fancy, to Anastasia from Colorful Romantic, to my diamond Snow and her co-bloggers Denise and Shanny from The Sirens Book Reviews.

  Also, a special thanks to Ashley Moore (she is also my second PA), Mette Runow, Erica Patrick and all the Nymphs in my reader group. They always find a way to put a smile on my face. Love you all, Nymphs!

  Finally, the last special thanks to my real life friends and my family. I value each of them and I’m so glad to have them in my life.

  About Author

  I am an avid reader, a blogger, a reviewer, and a pharmacist. But aside from all these titles I am a new author, an international one. I’ve been writing more than five years actually, but I could find the courage to let you hear my voice in November in 2015.

  Writing is my dream, my passion and I’m so glad I could achieve it. I’d love to hear from you so I put some contact info here:

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  From Author

  VIOLET

  Club Nymph 1

  Erotica-Romance-Suspense

  Debut Novel

  Prologue

  Letting the breath out of my lungs, I closed my eyes to forget about everything but the music. It was just the sensual melody and me on stage.

  The music caressed my body like a passionate lover, urging me to move. It was like a drug—a seductive demand to dance. Soothing, yet demanding…

  I crooked my neck back a little after my hands found their place in my soft, violet hair. My left hand moved down to my throat, slowly, without my permission. I could feel my heartbeat on my fingertips. The music continued to play seductively, forcing my hands to go down further.

  My fingertips softly touched my almost naked body, they felt like feathers all around me, awakened the goosebumps on my supple skin. I forgot where or who I was and let the music take control over my body. My fingers tangled into the thick waves of my hair again. It softly slapped against my back and my shoulders as I moved my hips with the music; each move synchronized to the beat.

  I opened my eyes when my body started to heat up. Grabbing the pole with my right hand, I looked through the darkness. Darkness was good—it helped me focus on the task and made me bold.

  Lifting my right leg around the pole, I balanced my weight on the thin metal bar. It was cold and welcoming against my heated skin. My leg tightened around the metal bar while my hand let go of it. My head fell back toward the darkness and I scanned the room without seeing.

  I pretended that my predator was there, in the darkness…watching me, analyzing me, testing me…I could feel it in my bones. That thought gave me chills but it also reminded me of my motives, pushing me to be better.

  I needed to be good. I needed to be the best.

  Grabbing the pole with my right hand, I pulled myself toward the metal in a swift move and loosened my leg around it before facing the room. My audience must have thought I could see them, but they were wrong. There was no one but me and nothing but the pulsating, sinful music. Though I knew they could see me clearly. I knew they were watching me like hawks. My curvy yet fit form was in front of them, urging them to want me, to desire me and maybe even to judge me. I could feel the pressure of their hungry gazes on my skin. Their eyes roamed my curves hungrily. I knew what they saw. Shaped legs, full hips, toned stomach and full breasts. Some of them might even be imagining my body underneath theirs.

  The tension around the room was like a living entity as I slowly slid down and bent my knees in front of me. I waited until the tension wrapped my body. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could feel their excitement soak into me, pulsating around me. I knew they were waiting for my next move and that made me smile. That gave me a strange power over the room and everyone in it.

  With the sharp notes of the music, I spread my legs a
part and dropped my hand from the pole to my breasts, caressing the swell of them. My hand moved down a little more to play with my nipples through the white lace of my bra. The white lace on my tan skin didn’t leave much to the imagination. My light brown nipples were visible under the spotlight above me.

  My hand fell from my breast to the waistband of the white lace panties, straight down to cup my sex. I was wet; my body enjoyed this no matter what the reason was. I slid my hand inside my panties, slowly rubbed my wetness all over my bare skin as my back arched from the sensation. My lips parted in the shape of an O while I played with my sensitive spot.

  The track changed into something more seductive and devilish. It was an ironic change, really, while I sat there with angel wings and white underwear, playing with myself in front of the crowd.

  After getting my hand out of the panties I brought my fingers to my lips. I could feel my own arousal, I could smell it and with a flick of my tongue, I could taste it. It was a bold move, but it made me feel wild. I opened my eyes and placed my hand back on the pole.

  I smiled mischievously towards the room even though I couldn’t see anything. It was all an illusion.

  I pulled myself up slowly and moved my hips seductively against the pole. Hard and cold metal slid between my ass cheeks. I put my hands on my shoulders, lowered them and caressed my curves teasingly before stopping at the front of my bra.

  My show was all about creating the feeling of anticipation. That’s why I waited until the music reached a high note to unclasp my bra and let it fall from my body. I played with my puckered nipples before turning my back to the crowd.

  I needed to be good. I needed to be the best.

  This mantra chanted over and over in my head.

  The moment the room filled with high and completely passionate music, I jumped to the pole with my legs and arms wrapped around it like it was my lover. Balancing myself with my hands, I rubbed my core up and down to the metal bar.

  The music became more dangerous and sensual with every passing second. It urged me to be bolder and I couldn’t resist the temptation. Releasing the pole, I balanced myself with my legs only. The metal was slick between my legs, but I didn’t care while leaning back. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.

  Listening to the music carefully I waited to make my last move. The beat of the song was making love with the tension around the room. The pulsating rhythm and anticipation were palpable. Music, my dance, the excitement and anticipation…everything in the club was like a sexual act. As the beat reached the climax of the song, I pulled the straps of my panties on both sides.

  The stage darkened as I was suspended in the air with my legs wrapped around the pole, wearing nothing but the white angelic wings on my shoulders.

  I was falling from heaven like a fallen angel…in the real world…

  I was going to be a dancer…a lover…and a liar…

  ֎

  UNKNOWN

  Finally!

  A new one came…a new blood. Just at the right time, at the very moment when I needed a new toy.

  It was lucky that I was here tonight, and I could leave without anyone knowing I had even been here.

  All thanks to the purple haired beauty…my new toy.

  The spark in her eyes was mesmerizing. It would be a lot of fun to break her, turn her skin red, and leave marks on her flawless skin.

  I would watch as the brightness leaves her, making her vulnerable to me.

  I sat in my dark corner, watching her dance, moving that sinful body to the music. She had no idea who was watching her or whose attention she’d gotten.

  But I had my eyes on her.

  And all I had to do was wait…

  Wait for that right moment.