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BRIANWhat was with that look?Her eyes carried a glint of anger—a poisonous, dangerous spice. Yet laced across the edges, was a look far more familiar. Need. Yearn. Lust.She took me in her mouth, gagging around my girth as tears rolled down her cheeks. My boss’ wife, breaking on her knees because of an order from the twenty year old seated behind her. “Deeper. I want to hear you gag” Vanessa ordered. Tessa came closer, both nails pressed into my thighs as my cock disappeared into her mouth. Spit drooled down the side of her lips, smearing her makeup while she voluntarily choked. “I said, deeper” Vanessa barked from her seat just across from us. She'd been watching the entire thing. And the look in her eyes, though fairly coated by anger and satisfaction, couldn't hide the traces of lust reeling off her either.“Want me to help?” I glanced down, watching Tessa struggle to take all of me into her mouth. She didn't answer. So I helped. I bunched her golden yellow hair into a

BIANCA“I got invited to a dinner party and I need a plus one. Mia called sick, so you're honestly my last option.”I wasn't.Over the course of the last couple weeks, right more girls had been employed as eye-candy at Sully's Palace.In reality, the platter of potential plus-ones to choose from was still very big. But Sullivan wanted me. And I wanted him.No. Ew. Not like that. I just… I knew Max was going to be here. He's accidently blurted it out before joining me in the shower last night.And I guess. I just… wanted to be here too. But that was how I felt about four hours ago. Couldn't say the same about right now. The entire event felt suffocating, loaded with eyes that never seemed to stop staring and lips too quick to launch some horrid excuse at small talk. I ignored the lot of them, even though Sullivan seemed to be enjoying the attention he was getting because of it.Eventually, the all gave up… until one man made his way down to our table, and took the seat opposite

BRIANWould you rather be loved, respected or feared?My father was the kind of person that would slap you across the face for such a question. He didn't care about respect, and love to him was as fickle as a leaf in autumn. But fear?You'd have thought he was was Pennywise from the way he fed on the emotion. Surprisingly, I probably knew as much about my father as anyone else in Lang Corp. His reputation proceeded him, and there were more than enough stories to make you think he was some myth walking amongst men.The most vivid memory I had of him, was one from almost twenty years ago—The night he dissapeared after leaving me on the front porch of Lancaster Lang, his then best friend and owner of Lang Corp. Long story short? My father owed a debt, and apparently, using me to steal my stepmother's medical fees didn't even amount to half of it. To fully pay off his dues, he sold me as well.The Lang family became my new home, a haven where I was beaten and bruised and starved unti

REBECCAI thought he was dead.With everything else on my plate, keeping tabs on the Lang family was the only way I stayed one step ahead. I’d heard about their little “family picnic.” Cute. I wasn’t fooled for a second. Those annual events were never innocent… just another chance to flaunt power or rope in fresh meat for the machine.But Marcus? That was the last thing I expected.The thought of him sent ice crawling down my spine. I shifted in my seat, staring out the train window at nothing, pretending the darkness outside held my attention. It didn’t help. The weight in my chest refused to ease.That man terrified me. Worst part? As fucked as my life had become, Marcus Callaghan was the closest thing I’d ever had to a father figure. He was the reason I even knew Brian… back when Liam and I still trained together under his watch. I could still hear Marcus’s snide jokes and dry remarks cutting through the tension whenever Liam and I sparred.Weird to admit, but if I was Prince Zuko

REBECCA I couldn't breathe.The air around me suddenly felt thick enough to choke. How did he find me?How did he get here?Why were my hands shaking so violently?He noticed the last after a simple glance, then raised his head to meet my eyes once more and said with the straightest of faces. “It seems so little has changed since we last met, Lalka.”That name. After all these years, that damned name still managed to haunt me as deeply as the first victim he'd used it on.“Marcus” I said, voice breaking. “You’re—”“I'd like to talk to you. Alone” he said. He didn't look around, but I was sure he was referring to the trio still completely stunned by his presence. I didn't have to think too much about it before makinf a decision. “Guys, I think you should leave.”“Rebecca—”“Leave” I countered before Max could chirp audibly enough for Marcus to notice and pinpoint the familiar tone. Luckily, Bianca followed my instructions faster than anyone else. “Let's go. We'll come back lat