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The warm, wet touch of his mouth made her twitch, and she gasped. He sucked and flicked his tongue across her clit. The sensation was almost painful after her powerful orgasm. She shoved at him, desperate to stop the conflicting sensations. Capturing her wrists, he trapped them against her sides. She squirmed under his onslaught. An explosion of pleasure coursed through her veins as he pushed her further and further, and she could not contain her screams.<\/p>\n

The pain morphed into desire, and she tightened her thighs about his face. Chuckling, he shoved her legs to her chest. She gasped when he traveled from her pussy to her ass. Her nails dug into his forearms, her body tensing. He circled around the tight ring of muscle while his fingers danced across her clit. Her toes curled as the pressure built, and her breath came in short, ragged gasps. Unable to move, she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut.<\/p>\n

She cried out when he switched to her clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against it. Two digits sunk deep into her pussy while another wiggled into her ass. A tight knot of fire coiled in her gut, growing with each stroke of his skillful hands.<\/p>\n

His lips closed around her and pressed hard while his fingers pumped into her. Her muscles clenched when she climaxed, pulling him deeper into her. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, and she drifted into a sea of pleasure. Every limb shook, every nerve backfired, sending sparks all the way to her toes. The world faded, and her scream resonated through the cabin.<\/p>\n

When she finally relaxed, her limbs were like limp noodles as a surge of weariness swept over her. She smiled, a contented feeling washing over her. He pulled away, and she felt the sudden chill of his absence. \u201cWe\u2019re not done yet, little Ally. I\u2019m just getting started,\u201d he said, the tip of his cock nudging its way into her. Her eyes flew open, and she locked gazes with him. The warm, glowing embers of the fire illuminated his face, casting dancing shadows across his skin. She was mesmerized by the depths of his gaze, and in that moment, she felt a terrifying sense of madness that made her fear for her mental state.<\/p>\n

This man could be the death of me. He filled her completely, sending bolts of electricity through her with every touch of his fingers. She dove off the precipice of passion too many times to count throughout the night. Her body no longer belonged to her. He possessed it and played across its strings like a musician.<\/p>\n

Her skin was slick with sweat and their combined juices. Before long, she swam in a sea of debauchery and sin, her only need, her only thought, to bring him pleasure. 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter Twelve The Aftermath atter roared when he came once more, his cock twitching, the tip slightly raw.<\/p>\n

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The characters, places, and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the express written permission of the copyright owner. Cover Design by Oliviaprodesigns on Fiverr.com Printed in the United States of America 1kitap1.com\/en Contents 1.<\/p>\n

Chapter One The Mirror 2. Chapter Two The Wrong Alice 3. Chapter Three Drowning Her Memory 4. Chapter Four A Tea Party 5. Chapter Five The Voices only Take 6. Chapter Six Never Trust a Mad Hatter 7. Chapter Seven It’s All Your Fault! 8. Chapter Eight It’s just a Dream 9. Chapter Nine Spider Plants Don’t Eat People 10. Chapter Ten The Carpenter 11. Chapter Eleven Madness 12. Chapter Twelve The Aftermath 13. Chapter Thirteen The Heart 14. Chapter Fourteen His Shadow 15.<\/p>\n

Chapter Fifteen Two is better than One 16. Chapter Sixteen Rue 17. Chapter Seventeen Lying Caterpillar 18. Chapter Eighteen Descend into Madness 19. Chapter Nineteen The Fog 20. Chapter Twenty Memories 21. Chapter Twenty-One The Knave 22. Chapter Twenty-Two Madness Recognizes its Own Kind 23. Chapter Twenty-Three Tea Party 24.<\/p>\n

Chapter Twenty-Four Never Alone Thank you Also by S. N. Hunt About the Author 1kitap1.com\/en This book is intended for mature audiences and contains dark themes. Triggers include but not limited to, graphic sex scenes, graphic fight scenes, murder, torture, BDSM, blood, gore, insanity, talk of\/attempted self harm, abuse, degradation, mayhem and more\u2026. Wander into Wonderland with me if none of this bothers you.<\/p>\n

Trust me the Hatter is worth it\u2026 1kitap1.com\/en A Chapter One The Mirror lly stared down at the bronze key nestled in her palm. The intricate swirls of the head formed into a heart shape, looping and crossing in a style reminiscent of the Victorian era. It pulsed with a life of its own, seeping warmth into her hand. The metal shank was etched with a collection of elaborate carvings, and if she looked closely enough, she could make out a rabbit in a coat hopping along its length.<\/p>\n

The bits were so crooked that she doubted it would actually work in the lock. She tilted her head back and examined the beautiful etchings on the dark wooden door. She ran her fingers over the trim that framed it, feeling the elaborate engravings of teapots, cups, and hats. The backplate was a chaotic mix of lines and swirls, intersecting and spiraling in a bewildering pattern of calligraphy, until an \u2018A\u2019 emerged from the confusion.<\/p>\n

She could make out the pocket watch design of the doorknob, even though it had been weathered by time. As a child, she swore she saw the clock hands move. Some days they displayed two, others it was nine o\u2019clock. Today they pointed at noon.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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