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The Truth in My Wetness
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2025-08-21 16:52:53
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His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection The Price of Betrayal
Wesley drove in silence, his knuckles were turning white on the wheel, and his eyes were flicking to me every few seconds. I hugged the robe tighter, biting my lip harder now.“Are we gonna talk about it?” Wesley finally asked, his voice was rough. “What’s going on, Lila?”“We’ll talk,” I whispered, staring out the window. “Just… take me home first.”“Lila, come on,” he pressed, sharper now. “You’re acting strange. What happened back there?”“I’m fine,” I lied, my throat was tight. “Please, just get me home.”He muttered under his breath but kept driving. The city lights streaked by, my stomach was twisting, shame and fear was climbing higher with every mile.When we reached my building, I pushed the door open fast, wincing as I stepped out. Every movement sent a fresh ache between my legs.“Lila, are you sure you’re okay?” Wesley asked, catching up, his hand brushing my arm. “You look like you’re in pain.”“I’m fine,” I forced a smile, rushing toward the elevator.He stopped the door
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection The Lie and The Lure
We stepped out of the stall, my chest was tight, and my heart was pounding as my eyes darted around the hallway. The music still blasted from the main hall, but the hallway was mostly empty now: just muffled moans, laughter, and the faint smell of alcohol.I breathed a sigh of relief.My legs felt like jelly... my pvssy was burning. Every step was a reminder of Damian inside me. I tried to walk straight, to look normal.“Why the hell are you sneaking around?” Damian’s voice cut sharp, his hand locking on my arm. “Already having second thoughts?”“I’m not,” I whispered quickly, my eyes darting anywhere but his. “I just don’t want people staring.”He leaned in, his voice was low but dangerous. “You better not. You promised me, Lila. Don’t fvck with me.”“I won’t,” I said, my voice trembling, heat rushing through me at his grip. “But we should leave. You go first. I’ll take you back to my place.”He frowned, his jaw was hard. “Then why are you just standing here?”I swallowed hard, clutch
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection Sore and Stitched Together
My breath was ragged, my skin slick with sweat, and my whole body was trembling as I slumped on Damian’s lap. His c0ck was still buried inside me while he sat on the cold toilet lid. The stall was thick with the smell of sex. My pvssy throbbed, it was sore and stretched, but my heart was worse. It was twisted with guilt, need, and shame.Damian had fvcked me like he was proving something, branding me so no one else could ever measure up. And God, I let him. His arm clamped around my waist, while his other hand was lazily squeezing my breast. His eyes roamed over the bruises and bite marks he had left like trophies.I felt like I had been torn apart and stitched back together, all for him.“Pull out. We need to go,” I muttered. My voice was weak, and my eyes were avoiding his.My hands trembled on his shoulders.He grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to his. That smirk... it was sharp, cruel.“Why won’t you look at me, Lila?” His tone mocked me. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy me fvcking
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection I'm Yours
Damian laughed. “What’s wrong, Lila? You look like you’re about to cry. Thought you didn’t give a shit.”“I don’t,” I snapped, but my voice broke, tears stinging my eyes. I shoved at him weakly. “Go marry whoever the fvck you want. Just leave me out of it.”“Leave?” His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. He stepped in closer, his hand clamping down on my hip. “You think you can just walk away from me? After you ran to Kane? After you let him touch you?”“I didn’t–” I started, but he cut me off, his grip was hard.“Don’t lie,” he snarled. “I saw you in his lap. Letting him grope you. You think that’s okay?”“It’s none of your fvcking business,” I shot back, even though my voice trembled. “We’re over, Damian. I can kiss whoever I want.”“Wrong.” His hand shoved back into my bikini bottom, two fingers sliding against my pvssy, and I gasped loud, my body betraying me all over again. “This is mine. You’re mine.”“Stop,” I begged, my voice was weak, my body shuddering. “Wesley’s waiting fo
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection The Truth in My Wetness
The sight of Damian kissing Chloe cut through me like a knife. His hands on her ass, his mouth devouring hers, like all that hunger belonged to her, when hours ago it had been mine. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, my body was still aching from what he had done to me earlier: his marks, his grip, his c0ck. I had forced myself into Wesley’s arms, into the pool, pretending I was fine. But watching Damian now, kissing Chloe like I never existed, made me sick.Worse... it made me jealous.I hated myself for it.I pulled a robe tight over my bikini, hiding the makeup covering his bruises. “I need the restroom,” I muttered to Wesley, my voice was strained and my eyes were anywhere but his.“Are you okay?” Wesley’s voice was low. “You’re not… bothered by him, are you? Do you still feel something for that asshole?”His words hit like a spotlight. I forced a sharp laugh, but it sounded fake. “No way. He’s nothing to me. He can fvck whoever he wants. I don’t care. I just need to pee, okay?”H
His Vow of Fire: The Pleasure Collection Reaper's Vengeance
Damian's POVWater dripped from my hair, pooling on the balcony floor. The LA skyline was glittering. My body was still hot from the shower, skin damp, and my muscles were tight. I gripped my phone so hard the edges cut into my palm. And I couldn't stop my teeth from grinding.Lila. That stubborn little brat. Running off after I’d fvcked her raw, marked her, and warned her.I hit call again, but the damn thing went straight to voicemail. Her voice cut through the line, it was sharp: “You’ve reached Lila. Only call back if you’re not the piece of shit called Damian!”“Fvck!” I roared, hurling the phone to the floor. It shattered, glass spraying across the hardwood.Brett, my manager, stood by the door, he looked pale and stiff. He was pretending he didn’t exist. I didn’t look at him. I strode past, yanking the towel from my waist and letting it drop. My c0ck was half-hard from the thought of her. Brett flinched, bending down to pick it up as I pulled on the clothes he had brought: black
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