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Chapter 86. Mr Vampire And His Uncle
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Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 107. The Alpha's Pet For Christmas
“Jesus-fucking-Christ, my back,” Noah groaned, rolling onto his side on the cold garage floor.Everything hurt. His ass. His thighs. His heart.The creeper board was still under him, covered in dried cum and grease.Cade was gone. Truck gone. Scent already fading.Noah closed his eyes, swallowed hard. Part of him wanted to curse Cade, to slam the truck keys on the workbench and walk away. But another part… that dumb, desperate part… ached like a punch to the chest. Three years, and he still wanted him. Still couldn’t get him out of his head.Noah laughed, one sharp, broken sound.“Same old Cade. Fuck me raw, knot me stupid, disappear before the sun’s up. Classic.”He sat up slow, wincing when the movement made Cade’s cum leak out of him.“Stupid,” he muttered, wiping his face. “So fucking stupid.”His phone buzzed on the workbench like it was laughing at him. Nora: biggest tree order of the season — already took the deposit. need your truck and your muscles. move your ass. The messa
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 106. The Alpha's Pet For Christmas
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Cade growled, slamming his hand against the steering wheel as the SUV jerked, skidded, and sank deeper into the snow. “Move. Move! Come on—dammit!”The wind slapped the windows like it wanted to rip the doors off. The blizzard whited out the road, swallowing the forest, the streetlights, everything.His wolf snarled inside him, restless, irritated.“I told you not to come back here,” the wolf hissed. “This place is trouble.”“Shut up,” Cade muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t come back for fun.”He hadn’t wanted to come back. Not once in Three years.But Grandma was dying. Dad laid down the law:“Christmas lodge. Whole pack. Bring a mate or don’t show your face.”So here he was, stuck in a ditch five miles outside town limits, phone barely alive.His phone buzzed. He snatched it up.“Finally.”His sister’s voice came through, bored and too calm for someone safe and cozy in a warm house.“Hey, Cade. Yeah, we can’t send anyone. Roads are
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 105. My Divorce Gift Was A Sex Freak Robot
“Get out” Layla whispered, the words scraping her throat like broken glass, barely audible over the smoke hissing from Big Daddy’s shattered skull.The living room was a war zone—wood shards glittering under the dying sunlight, oil pooling black like blood on the beige carpet, sparks popping from exposed wires. The air reeked of burnt plastic, sweat, perfume, and rage. Max barked frantic behind the baby gate in the kitchen, paws clawing tile, leash rattling like chains. The clock on the wall ticked loud—6:47 PM—each second a hammer.Layla stood in the center, barefoot, tank top torn at the hem, oil smeared across her chest like war paint. Her cheek still burned from her mother’s slap, blood crusted at her lip. Her eyes—red, hollow—swept the room.Her mother opened her mouth—pearls clacking, face twisted in disgust.“Layla, honey—”“OUT” Layla roared, voice cracking the silence, hands trembling at her sides, fists clenched so tight her nails drew blood. “ALL OF YOU. NOW.”Blake stepped
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 104. My Divorce Gift Was A Sex Freak Robot
“How could you disgrace us like this” her mother shrieked, the slap still echoing in Layla’s ears, cheek burning like fire.The living room exploded into chaos—voices overlapping, furniture scraping, tears and accusations flying like shrapnel. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, striping the carpet in harsh lines, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and rage. Max barked frantic from the kitchen, paws scratching tile, leash rattling.Layla stumbled back, hand on her face, blood metallic on her tongue, vision blurring.“Mom” she gasped. “Stop—”Her mother advanced, pearls rattling like bullets, finger jabbing Layla’s chest.“You destroyed your marriage over a toy” she spat. “A sex doll! Seven years of therapy, church, prayers—wasted! You’re a whore in silicone! Shame on you!”Blake stepped forward, hoodie rumpled, fists clenched.“Is this why you left Dad” he yelled. “For a machine? We thought you were lonely—not insane! You lied to us!”Madison wiped tears furious, ponytail whipping.“W
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 103. My Divorce Gift Was A Sex Freak Robot
“Fuck” Layla whispered, the word cracking in her throat as the front door slammed behind her.Her Heartbeat thud-thud-thud like a war drum, loud in the silent house, echoing off the walls. Keys clattered on the marble counter, metal ringing sharp, her hands shaking so bad she dropped them twice, fingers fumbling like drunk. Toni and Brianna had peeled off at their husbands’ houses—“Text us!” Toni yelled, SUV tires screeching away, leaving Layla alone in the dark driveway, porch light flickering like a dying star.She snatched her phone from her pocket, screen cracked from the warehouse chaos, thumbs flying to Toni:“What do i do when the kids get here—”Delete.“They’re coming—”Delete.“I fucked up everything—”Delete.The screen blurred, tears hot and stinging, rolling down her cheeks in salty rivers. Max whined in the corner, tail thumping anxious, sensing the storm. The fridge hummed useless, coffee pot cold from morning, the scent of burnt circuits still in her hair.Big Daddy
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 102. My Divorce Gift Was A Sex Freak Robot
“So, who’s ready to judge the world’s first live redemption porn, boys—make us proud.”Layla spun the rolling office chair like a throne, wheels squeaking loud on cracked concrete, legs kicked up on a busted keyboard. Toni flopped into a swivel seat, boots thudding on a shattered monitor, stale popcorn bag crinkling in her fist, kernels spilling like yellow confetti. Brianna perched on a server rack, bat across her lap like a scepter, red lipstick smeared from laughing, thighs rubbing under her jeans. Big Daddy Burrito loomed behind Layla, metal hand protective on her bare thigh, thumb tracing slow filthy circles, the heat from his chassis making her skin tingle, cock twitching under his panel like it wanted in on the fun.Layla crunched a kernel loud, salt on her lips, eyes locked on Rex and Milo—pants pooled at ankles, cocks half-hard from fear and secret want, the warehouse stinking of burnt circuits and fresh cum.“We’re the judges now” she said, voice lazy and venom-sweet. “No
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