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ROXETTE“I was the one who took your virginity that night,” he continued calmly, his voice deep and steady like a verdict that had already been decided. “I was the one who claimed you for the first time. And I’m the one claiming you now.”His gaze dropped slowly to my lips before lifting back to my eyes.“That means… you’re mine.”My breath caught in my throat.Suddenly, I felt his fingers brushing beneath me. Right there—exactly where my pussy was soaking through the thin fabric of my underwear and pants.“And you know it too,” he whispered into my ear in a low, deep voice.My body reacted instantly.Heat rushed to my face. My heart started hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.My shoulders instinctively curled inward, my neck shrinking as if making myself smaller could somehow protect me from the way he made my body react.Why does he have this effect on me?“Nnngh…” The small sound escaped my lips before I could stop it when his hand pressed a little firmer.Damn it.I b

ROXETTE My body clenched around Chandler so intensely it milked every drop of cum from his own orgasm in a brutal release that left both of us shaking against the door."Fuck yes," he grunted through gritted teeth, collapsing forward onto my shoulder as aftershocks wracked through his frame. “Daddy..” I whimpered, clutching his neck tightly while my body kept trembling. His arms wrapped around my waist protectively while we both struggled to catch our breath.For several minutes, the only sounds were our ragged breathing filling the silence of the room. Eventually, Chandler lifted his head enough to press a series of soft kisses along my jawline."There," he murmured against my skin gently now that the initial frenzy had passed. "Was that so bad? Letting Daddy take care of you like this?""You're merciless!" Tears streamed freely down my cheeks. “And it feels so good!”Chandler's expression softened considerably at seeing the genuine joy mixed with tears on my face. The raw honesty

DIANA Roxette left hours ago. She’d crashed in the guest room, saying she was wiped out from the fight with her mom and that creep Dave. We’d chatted for a bit, but the second she disappeared down the hall, I switched over to Calvin. We started with dirty texting. Me sending him teasing pics, him firing back with all the nasty things he wanted to do to me until the tension got too much. Finally, we were alone on video call. Just the two of us, no roommates, no parents, no one else in this huge empty mansion. Perfect timing. The laptop screen lit up my dark bedroom like a secret window into Calvin’s dorm. His camera was angled low, giving me the perfect view of his naked body sprawled across his bed, broad shoulders, defined abs glistening with sweat, and that thick, veined cock already rock-hard in his fist. “Fuck, Di… you look so good like that,” he groaned, voice low and rough through the speakers. “Show me everything, baby. Spread those pretty legs wide.” I was already on my

ROXETTEI caught up to Diana just as she was yanking open the back door of the black Maybach. The driver stood politely beside it, but she ignored him completely and slid inside like the car had personally insulted her.I slipped in after her, settling into the cool leather seat. The door shut with a soft, expensive click, and the tinted windows sealed us in. The engine purred to life, smooth and silent, carrying us down the long driveway toward the gates.Diana immediately crossed her arms, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle ticking. She stared out the window like the perfectly manicured lawn had done her wrong.“I swear to God,” she muttered, voice sharp enough to cut glass, “he gets worse every single day. Did you hear him? ‘Take the Maybach.’ Like that’s supposed to make up for everything. Like money erases the fact that he cheated on Mom and tore our family apart.”I kept my expression neutral, legs crossed, hands folded in my lap. “Yeah… he really does that a lot latel

ROXETTEJosh’s arms slammed the locker on either side of my head, the metallic bang echoing like a gunshot down the hallway. His breath hit my face in hot, smug waves.I didn’t flinch.I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached, eyes narrowing into flat, unamused slits as I stared straight back at him.Phones were already up—recording, zooming, waiting for me to crack. Let them. I wasn’t about to give the hallway full of gawkers the show they wanted.My heart hammered, sure, but it wasn’t fear. It was fury, white-hot and coiled tight in my chest. This asshole and his little reunion tour with Theo think they can corner me and air my dirty laundry like it’s entertainment? Heat crawled up my neck, but I refused to let it show as anything softer than contempt.“Move,” I said, voice low and clipped. “Or I swear I’ll knee you so hard you’ll taste your own balls for a week.”Josh’s smirk twitched, but he didn’t budge. “Cute. Still got that mouth on you, huh? Even after everyone knows you’re