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—•MEGAN•—I turn slowly onto my back, my body still trembling as I reel from the mind-blowing orgasm I just experienced.The sensation hums beneath my skin like a live wire, leaving me aching for more.Sluggishly, I turn my head to look at Christian. “Come here. Hurry up,” he says, stroking his cock. His eyes roam over my sweaty, naked body. “We don’t have all day, yunno.”Slowly, I push myself up and move to the edge of the bed, where Christian stands close, my legs trembling with every movement. I sink onto the sheets, and he moves in, standing directly in front of me.“Hold your tits together for me,” hesays again.I stare at him, stunned. “Why?”“Just do it.”I lift my heavy breasts and press them together, my nipples peeking between my fingers. Christian steps closer, guiding the head of his cock to the underside of my cleavage before sliding it up into the tight channel between my breasts.“Wow,” I breathe, mesmerized as his thick cock slides in and out, glistening with our

—•MEGAN•—Christian holds his cock still inside my pussy, giving me a moment to adjust to the size.“Mmhhmm! Fuck, fuck,” I gasp at the intense stretch.The pain is sharp, almost unbearable, as if my pussy is being ripped in two, and yet pleasure already coils through me, teasing my senses.After a moment, Christian begins to move, slowly thrusting his cock into my pussy, each inch stretching my pussy walls further, making me shiver and cry out.Then he pulls back, and for a heartbeat, I think he’s going to pull out completely, giving me a moment to catch myself.Relief flickers through me.But he slams his cock back in, hard and deep.“Ah!” I yelp, my body jerking with the force of it.Christian doesn’t give me a single moment to adjust or catch my breath, thrusting his cock into my pussy relentlessly and setting a brutal pace.Every inch of his cock slides inside me, stretching my pussy walls, sending sparks of searing pleasure through my body and making me shiver uncontrollably.My

—•MEGAN•—I pull back and meet Isaac’s gaze. He stares at me, his eyes dark and burning with rage.“Have you sunk so low that you’d threaten your husband just because he won’t watch another man fuck you?” he snaps, his voice shaking with anger.I can hear and feel the fury in every word.A slow smile spreads across my face. “Yes,” I say. “I’m that low.”I grip his chin, forcing him to look at me. “And you’d better watch, unless you want me to shred every one of these documents. I know exactly how important they are to you.”Isaac looks at me, not saying anything. I can see the war in his eyes.“Do you understand?” I ask.His gaze flicks to the folder in my hand, then back to my face. Slowly, he nods. I smirk. “Good. And I better not catch you looking away, dear.”I let go of his chin and set the folder on the nightstand before climbing back onto the bed.Almost instantly, Christian is on me. His mouth claims mine, kissing deep and hard. His hands roam over my body, sending shivers

—•MEGAN•—I turn around and kiss Christian, his mouth hot and demanding on mine. His hands roams over my back, then down to my ass, gripping it hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. Damn, I love the feeling of his hands claiming me, right here in front of Issac.“Stop this! Stop this instant!” Isaac growls from the chair.I break the kiss and glance at him from the corner of my eye. His face is flushed, his eyes wide and wild, a vein pulsing in his neck. I smile, loving every bit of the reaction on his face.I want to see more.Christian trails kisses down my neck, nibbling lightly at the sensitive skin. “Oh… fuck…” I moan, my voice shaky. His hand glides down my side, brushing over my hip, sending sparks of heat wherever it touches.I take Christian’s hand, guiding us closer to Isaac, stopping just inches away, directly in front of him.Slowly, I sink to my knees on the tile floor.“Please, Megan, stop,” Isaac begs.I ignore him. My fingers move to Christian’s belt, undo

—•MEGAN•—Christian’s tongue pushes into my mouth, tasting of mint mixed with tobacco.He grabs my waist and drags me tight against him, forcing a gasp from my mouth into his. After a few seconds, he finally pulls back.“Your lips taste so fucking amazing,” he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.“What the fuck is wrong with yo—”Ding-dong! The doorbell cuts me off.My husband is home.“Issac is here,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Stay in here and don’t make a sound.”“Okay, ma’am,” Christian says, his eyes gleaming.I push him farther into the bathroom and shut the door.Then I rush downstairs. At the front door, I take a deep breath, smooth my hair, and swing it open. Isaac stands by the door, his face tired, his hair slightly disheveled from work.“Good evening, darling,” I purr.He looks at me, his eyes widening. His gaze roams over my body, from the bunny ears down to the see-through leggings. “You look… you look—”“I look what?” I ask, stepping closer.“So fucking da

—•MEGAN•—The bass from the club thrums in my bones, but the sting in my heart is louder.I drain the last of my drink, letting the burn settle into something like courage.Beside me, a handsome stranger lounges against the bar, the strobe lights catching in his dark blue eyes.I rise from my chair and step closer to him, close enough that my lips brush the shell of his ear just so he can hear me over the music.“Will you fuck me for a thousand dollars?” I ask.He just stares at me at first, his eyes widening slightly. Then he lifts his champagne glass to his lips and takes a sip. He drops the glass back onto the counter with a sharp click, and a slow smile curves across his lips.I take a step back, eyes locked on him, holding my breath as I wait for his reaction.Is he going to curse me out? Say no and make me regret every step I took to get here, every nerve I summoned to ask him such a question?“Well, well,” he says.He lifts a hand and lets his fingers trail down my left arm,

Anna turned and headed for the café door, never looking back. The tall guard stepped forward, holding it open as she stepped outside before falling in step behind her.Monica stood frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her shopping bag lay forgotten at her feet, as she pressed both hands against her pregnant stomach.~~~~The car ride back to the mansion was a blur of grey streets and swirling thoughts. Anna sat in the backseat, Monica’s words clanging in her head like loose rocks in a tin can.How could James, the same man she thought couldn’t hurt a fly, the man who brought her coffee in bed, treated her like a princess, and proposed to her on her twenty-fourth birthday in the very park where they’d had their first picnic and promised her forever, also be the same man involved in illegal business, even selling human organs?Cheating on her with Monica for a whole year was one thing, but she had never expected him to be capable of something so terrible.He felt like a complete

“Anna, it’s—not—” Monica started, her voice trembling as her heart raced with guilt.“Wow. You are truly something else, Monica… a fucking desperate whore,” Anna cut her off, anger and disbelief lacing her words.“I didn’t mean to! James deceived me. He… he forced me,” Monica stammered.Anna leaned forward, her voice a harsh whisper. “Forced you? Did he force you to sleep with him? Because that’s not what it looked like that night. You were on top of him, riding his cock, pleasure all over your face, moaning his name like you didn’t have a care in the world.”Monica’s face flushed a deep red. She averted her eyes, staring blankly out the window, saying nothing.Another heavy silence hung between them, thick with tension.Anna took deep breaths, trying to control her anger.“You know… you could have had any man in the world, and yet you chose my fiancé,” she said, breaking the silence.Monica turned slowly to her, her face tense, eyes flicking nervously.“Anna… I’m sorry for hurting y

Anna’s eyes widened as she stared at Monica.Her voice betrayed her, leaving nothing but a parted mouth and stunned silence. The image from that night resurfaced, the night she discovered Monica fucking James in their bed.She never thought she’d see her again, though it was possible since Monica lived close by.“Anna,” Monica called, stepping toward her.In a flash, Anna yanked open the car door, lunging for the backseat. She didn’t want to talk to Monica.“Anna, wait! Please, wait!” Monica moved quickly, slapping her hand against the door to keep it from closing. “Please, Anna, don’t go.”Anna glared up at her from the seat. “What do you want from me?”Monica just stared, her mouth opening and closing. “I… I…” she stammered, struggling to find her words.“I guess you have nothing to say. Let go of the door so I can leave,” Anna said, reaching for the car door again.“Pl—please! Let’s talk!” Monica pleaded. “Please, I just want us to talk.”Anna scoffed. “Talk? I have nothing to sa

Startled by the thud of the diary hitting the floor, the maid who had been making the bed on the left side turned toward Anna, her brows drawn in confusion.She studied Anna’s stricken expression. “Is everything okay?”Anna didn’t answer. Shock clouded her mind, making the maid’s question barely register.Her hands shook, and her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat. Each breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as she struggled to process the words she had just read. Shakily, she sank onto the edge of Lucy’s bed, her body trembling with disbelief.“Oh my God,” Anna whispered to the empty room. “Marco raped Lucy. Why did he? How could he do something so cruel to her?” she muttered to herself, her voice shaky.She felt a storm of anger and sorrow churn inside her. She wanted to march straight up to Marco right now. But what could she do to him once she got there?Yell at him? Curse him? Hit him? He was the Vincenzo’s right-hand man. He was dangerous. Anna let ou

Anna stared at Vincenzo, stunned.Italy?He was taking her to Italy to meet his family?Why would he do that?Anna’s mind scrambled for an explanation, but nothing made sense.Words caught in her throat, leaving her silent as she tried to process the impossible.A dozen questions pressed at her lips, yet all she managed to say was a quiet, “Okay.” She bowed slightly and slipped out of Vincenzo’s office, closing the door behind her.Her stomach growled as she walked down the hallway. “I guess baby is hungry,” Anna whispered, placing a hand over her stomach.She made her way to the kitchen for breakfast, but the moment she stepped inside, she heard the maids whispering. Their conversations faltered, and she felt their eyes settle on her.“Is it true? I think it’s true. She’s getting fatter every day,” one of the maid hissed.“I heard the boss telling Martha she won’t be working here as a maid again,” another whispered.“And I’ve noticed she’s always with the boss,” a third added.Ann

Anna turned and looked at the cool sheets, but the space beside her was empty.There was no Vincenzo. She was alone in the dark, still room.A shaky breath slipped from her as she turned to stare at the ceiling. “Why the hell did I have that kind of dream about the Boss…?” Anna murmured. “And my grandmother… she was…”She stopped, the rest of the words catching in her throat.Just thinking of her grandmother, hearing her voice at the door in her dream, sent a sharp sting through her chest. The truth settled over her again, cold and crushing.Her grandmother was gone.Gone forever.She would never see her again. A sob broke from Anna’s lips, then another. She curled onto her side, tears soaking into her pillow. At first she cried quietly, but soon the sobs came harder, shaking through her in heavy, uneven breaths until exhaustion finally dragged her into a dreamless sleep.********~A FEW HOURS LATER~*Tweet. Tweet.**Tweet. Tweet.*The persistent tweeting pulled Anna from her sl

—•LUCIA•—A loud bang jolted me awake.I opened my eyes, but all I saw was darkness.A rough cloth was tied tightly over my eyes, biting into my skin. The air reeked of mold, rotten flesh, and the metallic stench of blood, clogging my lungs with every breath.I tried to speak, but my mouth was stuffed and sealed with a leather gag.“Mmmph!” I grunted around it.I tried to move, but I couldn’t.My ankles were bound together, and my wrists tied behind my back with ropes that bit into my skin.Fear surged through me instantly.What am I doing here? How did I get here?My head throbbed, and then the memories hit me all at once, colliding like shards.The woods. The meteor shower. The rogues. The sting of the syringe in my thigh. Wolfbane. Darkness.My heart immediately began to race.Had the rogues killed me? Was I dead?No—I couldn’t be. But if I wasn’t, where was I?I began to thrash, my body twisting against the cold stone floor. I pushed myself up until I was sitting.“She’s a

—•LUCIA•—“Lucia! How many times have I warned you not to wander into the woods alone?” my father, the Alpha King, thundered. His voice echoed through the throne room, rattling the walls.I flinched but lifted my chin, forcing my voice steady. “Father, it was just a short run. Nothing happened.”“Nothing happened?” he roared. “Goddess, Lucia, the woods are full of rogues! What if one of them had attacked you?” His fist slammed against the arm of his throne.“Your father is right,” my mother added, her voice tight with worry. “The woods are dangerous.”I bit back my frustration. “Sorry, Father. It won’t happen again.” The words came easily, a lie I didn’t even bother hiding. Tomorrow, I would probably slip into the woods and run again.The woods were my only escape from the rules, from the weight of my duties as a princess.The only place where Skylar, my wolf, and I could truly breathe. “Of course it won’t happen again,” my father said, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous growl.

~ARIA~My eyes flew wide. I smacked Damon’s chest hard. “Wtf, Damon? “Are you insane? Why would you answer?” I hissed.Damon grinned, leaning in. “Sorry,” he whispered not sounding sorry at all.“Sorry for your own damn self, asshole,” I whispered furiously, my nails digging into his shoulder.“Where are the glasses? And what are you doing in your room? The party’s downstairs.”The male voice came again from the other side of the door, his footsteps drawing even closer.“Damon, send him awa—”My bedroom doorknob rattled suddenly, cutting my off.My whole body went rigid around Damon’s cock.“Damon, open up,” the voice said, twisting the doorknob again.Panic surged through me.Was he trying to get in?If only Damon hadn’t answered… he would have just walked away.I shoved at Damon’s chest, trying to push myself up, to get off him, but his hands clamped around my waist, pinning me down.“Let me go,” I whimpered, wriggling against him.“Is there someone in there with you?” the voice ca

~ARIA~Damon froze, his whole body going rigid, his cock buried deep inside me suddenly motionless.He stared down at me, his eyes dark and fixed on my face. “What?”“Please,” I gasped, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. “I can’t… just pull out. It’s too much. Your cock is too big.”Steven didn’t pull out. Instead, he slid his hand into my hair, his fingers gently stroking through the strands. “Relax,” he murmured. “It only hurts at first. I promise it’ll ease up soon.”“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one getting your pussy stretched by a big cock,” I scoffed, my voice trembling.Damon leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss.At the same time, a heavy wave of his pheromones washed over me, thick and intoxicating.My body ignited, every nerve ablaze as if a wild fire were coursing under my skin, demanding release.My pussy, which had been clenched tight in pain, pulsed around Damon’s cock still buried inside me.I kissed Damon back, pressing into him, crav

~ARIA~Damon’s eyes darkened instantly, as if my words had stirred something deep and hungry inside him.He leaned in, his lips finding my neck, kissing and sucking softly at my skin.His mouth trailed upward, brushing along my jaw before reaching my cheek.He paused, pulling back just enough to look down at my lips.His gaze flicked from my mouth to my eyes, then back to my mouth again, and I knew exactly what he was about to do.“Don’t kiss m—“My words were cut off as Damon’s mouth crashed onto mine.I pressed against the hard muscle of his chest, but he didn’t budge. His kiss was relentless and demanding, drowning out my weak protests. A low groan rumbled from his throat into my mouth. My resistance melted, my body betraying me as I kissed him back, our lips moving together in heated rhythm.Damon pulled back, both of us gasping for air.In a single fluid motion, he slid an arm under my knees and one behind my back, lifting me effortlessly. He laid me down on my bed and was in

~ARIA~I stared at Damon, not saying anything.He took another step toward me.“Answer me, Aria.”“Just leave me the fuck alone, Damon,” I said between pants.Damon smirked. That boy actually had the nerve to smirk right now.Damon turned and walked toward the door. I let out a shaky breath and looked down, relieved.I heard my bedroom door click shut and the lock turn.My head snapped up, confused. I saw Damon had not left. He was still inside. He had locked the door, trapping him and me inside my room.“Damon, why the–” My words died on my lips the moment his pheromones hit me all at once. I scrambled to cover my nose, but it was too late. My body reacted before I could think. Heat pooled, my pussy throbbed painfully, and my skin burned. Damon closed the distance, stepping until he stood directly in front of me.“Why the fuck are you releasing your pheromones?” I gasped, my voice trembling.“It just… slipped out,” Damon said casually, like it was nothing.“Liar,” I growled