She felt as if her entire body was on fire.

She shuddered meekly as he loomed above her. She couldn't see his face as it was blurred in the darkness, but she still felt his deep gaze cascade over her.

Suddenly, she began trembling, both from fear and pain as an abrupt ache sharply spread through her. Stuffed with an unfamiliar, foreign object, she jolted. Noticing her reaction, he leaned over and she could feel the warmth of his lips against her ear.

"Relax," he whispered, and she nodded her head mindlessly as his body melded into hers.

She closed her eyes, letting herself drown in the overwhelming sensations that invaded her mind—hazy and unable to hold onto anything but the forceful pleasure. His unrelenting actions left no room for thought, only feeling.

"Don't stop," she gasped, her voice broken, barely a whisper in the dark.

He responded with a low grunt as his body moved against hers—relentless, and possessive. It felt like he was taking her apart, piece by piece, until she was nothing but a trembling mess beneath him.

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For fuck's sake…

Raven tapped her forehead in frustration and sat up groggily in bed. She had that damned dream again—this was the third time this has happened.

Why is she having wet dreams about a one night stand that happened over four years ago? If this ever got out, she would die of shame.

Not only was it ancient history, the protagonist of that event wasn't even her!

Why is she still dreaming of that night? She isn't a lustful person. She swears she's never even had her first kiss yet!

"Miss Sinclair," A knock followed by the meek voice of an old woman broke her pity party, "The young master is refusing to eat again. He is still waiting for you to join him."

Miss Sinclair…

Raven stared at the bedroom door in a daze.

That's right—Eleanor Sinclair—the name of this body!

She is no longer Raven Miller, she is now Elle Sinclair, the infamous heiress who fell from grace.

It's been a week since she found herself in this "new life" and she was still not used to it.

But who could blame her?

After all, not many people would be able to adapt after waking up and finding themselves in a book they had just been reading. To make matters worse, she didn't have the fortune of being the protagonist, or even the the main villain.

She had become a short-lived minor character who only has a few lines that briefly write about her tragic life and death.

After a long sigh, Raven got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

She had to do a double take once she looked in the mirror; this is another thing she'll have to learn to get used to.

The reflection that stared back at her was breathtakingly beautiful!

She had a gorgeous oval face with picturesque features and long, wavy, black hair. Her body was slim and voluptuous in all the right places. She was a walking work of art.

The first time she saw her appearance, she jumped for joy! What this character lacked in brains she made up for with her stunning looks. She had never seen someone so beautiful in her 35 years of living.

No wait—she's only 24 now!

She now had youth and beauty. Perhaps this situation wasn't so bad…

As she stepped out of her room, she noticed a tiny head peeking at her from the corner of the hall. After realizing he had been discovered, the little boy scurried off.

Never mind her optimism—This situation is as bad as it could get!

Although she wasn't a young beauty in her previous life, at least she wasn't a tragic book character. She is now the dimwitted former heiress whose only role in the book is to give birth to the bastard cannon fodder and die cleanly at the age of twenty-seven.

She had only casually picked this book up at the airport so she could pass the time on her flight.

Of all the characters she could have become, why did it have to be Eleanor Sinclair?

Raven quickly sobered up as she walked in the direction the little boy had run off in.

As she approached the table, an elderly woman looked over at her cautiously.

The nanny, Mrs. Cargill, was worried that she would do or say something that would hurt the little boy's feelings.

After all, he had only just recently started to act like a normal three-year-old after being neglected by his mother all his life.

Even though Miss Sinclair's temper has been very pleasant this week, she is still afraid of this unpredictable, rotten heiress who despises her son and blames him for her fall from grace.

If not for her loyalty to Miss Sinclair's late mother, and her worry of leaving the young master alone with such an unreliable parent, she would never have agreed to do this thankless job. She has had to walk around eggshells for the past four years.

Raven sat down opposite the toddler who stared up at her. His gaze seemed both tense and hopeful.

She had to admit, that although he looked nothing like her, he was a beautiful child.

He probably looks like his father, unfortunately for him, she has no idea who this child's father is and neither does the original Raven Sinclair.