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A play of lust

ผู้เขียน: Maryam Alabi
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2025-05-15 16:23:36

Shemika

Dom walked through the floor as if he owned the place.

The ladies admired him so much and they all liked him here.

A young lady, wearing weird make-up suddenly stopped the moment she saw Dom approaching, “Hey, baby…” she mumbled softly as she began to use her hands to rub herself all over her body, seductively biting the lower part of her lips.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Dom smiled slightly as he walked past her as if he didn't notice her effort to entice him by her curves.

“Stop ignoring me, D
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  • Wet Nights    Darker

    Shemika's POVI woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. The sheets smelled like fresh soap and something else-like hospitals. Not the dirty kind with people crying and nurses yelling. This place was... quiet. Too quiet. Too white. Even the light felt soft, like it didn't want to wake me up too fast.My eyes opened slowly. My head was pounding, and everything felt heavier than it should. The ceiling above me wasn't mine, it wasn't the type in the penthouse.This place was different. It was smooth and clean, with some golden light fixture spinning lazily in the middle. I blinked a few times, hoping maybe I was dreaming. But no, I was still here.I turned my head a little and looked around. The bed was big and soft. The curtains were light and expensive-looking, like something from a movie. There were machines beside me making quiet beeping sounds. Nothing loud, just soft little noises like they were checking if I was still alive.The room didn't feel like a hospital, but it wasn

  • Wet Nights    Hated The Chaos, But Loved The Kill

    Shemika's POVDon Marcos tried to raise his gun, but it was too late-a bullet split through his chest.He stumbled backward, coughing blood, eyes wide in shock, before collapsing into a lifeless heap on the floor.I didn't flinch.I kept firing.The last two men tried to escape through the door, but my aim was deadly. I mowed them down like shadows under headlights.The room filled with smoke and gunpowder and death.When the last shell hit the floor, silence returned-thick and heavy.I stood, chest heaving, the AK still hot in my hands. My face was emotionless."Bishop?" I called, not even turning around.A trembling voice came from behind the table. "Y-Yeah... I'm here..."He slowly stood up, peeking over the desk.When he saw me-gun still raised, body standing among corpses like a war goddess-something changed in him. He looked afraid, maybe scared of me even.Terrified.He took a small step toward me, hesitant. "Shemika..." He whispered, his voice was low and barely audible.I tur

  • Wet Nights    Don Is Gone

    Shemika's POVI snuck out of the room and the door beeped locked behind me. With careful precision, I made my way through the backside again, tiptoeing through the hallway like a thief trying to escape.I successfully made it to the front just a few steps away from Bishop's office.I knew Bishop would be in his office and I was eager to meet Don Marcos, the demon himself.I needed to make sure Bishop was fine first, I know how bloody it'll get today and I don't want to hurt Bishop.I got to Bishop's office and I noticed his office' door was slightly open, so I didn't barge in immediately.I leaned against the wall and peeped through the tiny hole. Inside, I saw Bishop, he was sitting behind the large mahogany desk in his office, his fingers laced tightly together, elbows resting on the table. Across from him sat Don Marcos-older now, grayer-the sharpness in his features still dangerous but weathered by time. His eyes had the kind of darkness that never faded-the kind only men with t

  • Wet Nights    Everything

    Shemika's POVI got to the penthouse, so I slipped in quietly like a teenager returning home late after sneaking out with her friends to attend her classmate's pool party.Anyways, that wasn't the case here, I just wanted to get to my room before anybody sees me.I successfully made it to my room safely and I slipped into my bathroom to get rid of the little stains on my clothes and face. I stepped back out of the bathroom and crashed on my bed. I didn't even bother changing my clothes.It's late already and I need to sleep, it's a big day tomorrow.I let out a loud exhale and one last laugh before shutting my eyes to sleep.I bet I'm about to have one of the most peaceful nights ever.Of course, who wouldn't sleep peacefully after completing such magnificent work?Oh hell, I'm proud of myself.*********** The morning sunlight filtered gently through the sheer curtains, casting soft golden lines across my face.I flicked my eyes open and the sudden penetration of the sun straight in

  • Wet Nights    Rest In Peace

    Shemika's POVThe road ahead stretched into darkness, only sliced through by the piercing white light of my headlights. My grip on the wheel tightened, my jaw locked, and my mind was cold.I was tired of dancing now, I just wanted to teach these motherfuckers a lesson.Jeffrey whimpered in the back seat, his hands tied, his eye sockets nothing but bleeding caves.I kept glancing at him time after time through the rearview mirror, but I didn't feel any pity. I loved what I was seeing. In fact, it didn't feel like enough to me.Every bump on the road made him grunt in pain. I wasn't careful with my driving, I made sure he hit his head against the door continuously until I started to make a sound with his head bumping into the metallic door.I didn't care.I loved it.Just as I zoomed past the shadowy road, something suddenly caught my attention-something so thin and subtle, it almost looked like a thread floating in the air across the road.A glint.Since the road was so quiet and it se

  • Wet Nights    Dark Hallway

    Shemika's POV"Yes. Your face. I feel like I've seen it before. You from around here?""Born in Madrid. But I fly around a lot," he said casually."Wow. Must be nice. You look like someone important." I added shyly.He smirked. "Some people say that," he admitted."What's your name?" I pressed further."Jeffrey," he said, straightening up. "Jeffrey Marcos."And there it was.The name I've been dying to hear.Just as I've thought of it, he's the one. The goddamn son of a gun. The one and only son and heir to Don Marcos.The room around me went silent. The music, the people, the lights-it all faded.I didn't hear anything anymore. The only thing that was ringing in my ear was the name.My smile didn't falter. I continued to fake composure and normality.I continued to ask him questions while we walked towards the elevator and took it to the down floor.We stepped out briskly and he seemed to have started to pick interest in my kind. I was happy I was making a good move.We both walked t

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