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Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

I could remember when he asked me how long I could cope with this, and I ended up making him look like a liar. “This is… so inhumane,” Rex blurted. Rain walked over to the couch on the other end. “You should already know that Black isn't human. He's a monster. And I swear, if I get my hands on him, I would make sure to first of all, do away with his dentals, and then his nasal cavity, and his fingers—those fingers he used to hit her—and—” Bang! The door jarred open, interrupting Rain’s threat session.

Tyler find her. Three men who are eager to freely use her pussy, her mouth, and her asshole. She's going to be enjoying all three of them at once. * * * Ms. Waters I put the book back, deep into the stacks. I was surrounded by my books when Mr. Tyler appeared before me. The Black history teacher was already unzipping to pull out his cock. He had a big grin on his face. A huge shiver shot through me as he drew out his big, Black dick. It thrust out before me. It was an ebony slab that made my slutty cunt so wet. I whimpered in delight, pushing up my glasses I put back the final book and advanced on him.

Thank God I’m not underdressed. The car slows at the entrance, and before I can process the fact that we’ve arrived, the chauffeur is already stepping out, opening the door with practiced ease. Serena is out first, full of energy, already talking about how starving she is. I follow, smoothing my skirt instinctively, and then Soren steps out beside me. And it hits me….sharp and inconvenient. This isn’t Mr. Blackwell today. This is Serena’s dad. Somehow, that’s more unsettling.

His whole eyes turned black. Xavier felt the pressure on his chest again. His mouth suddenly moved on his own. “W– with all d– due respect, Sire,” the butler said still with his face on the floor. “Y– you also did not know w– when you’re the one w– who spend s– so much time w– with Miss Ann…”

"Calm down, Jaena. Ella won't do that. You're her best friend, she wouldn't go to such lengths just to destroy you." I seethed even more as I listened to Black and Jaena's conversation. Best friend, he said? Is there a best friend who takes her own best friend's lover? Of course there isn't. I was getting furious. Hearing Black trying to calm Jaena down was sickening. The sound of approaching steps snapped me out of my thoughts. Damn, looks like Black knows I'm here. It's like he can smell my scent. I'm trying not to send him any signals right now.

Her pair of round, grey eyes immediately widened wide, staring at the tall, towering figure now standing right a few centimeters in front of her. It was not Evander's facial structure full of a mischievous smirk that she found under the dim table lamp, but a stern face, a jaw tightening hard, with a pair of ice-cold grey eyes emitting a flash of absolute authority belonging to the ruler of the mansion. Lucien Blackthorne was standing there in a messy work shirt without a tie, staring straight into Isolde's pupils with an utterly dark gaze—a gaze fraught with boiling wild passion mixed with great anger upon finding that his little prey was actually waiting for another man's arrival inside her locked room.

I close my eyes, immersed in the pleasure of his hand toying with me until I feel that his other begins to climb under my blouse playing with my nipples. “Oh, my God.” “What's going on?” I want it. I want you to do it again. But I'm so excited that I could come in his hand. “You...wish,” Black purr. “What do you want?” He insists on putting in another of his fingers. “Aaaay!” “What do you want, Mina?” I give myself a second to catch my breath before answering. “Sex. I Want You To Fuck Me Black.” Then my words take effect on him.

“You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.” I glanced down at the old book I’d found—the one filled with legends and dark tales of Blackthorn Ridge. It was still lying open on the table, the pages worn and yellowed with age. My eyes skimmed over the words, searching for something I might have missed, but the stories were all the same: packs of wolves, rituals, blood magic. All things that felt a little too close to what Lucian had warned me about.

His hand slapped onto mine, guiding me. And I ordered, “Hands behind your head, Alpha. I don’t trust them.” In a painful grunt, he grabbed the back of his head and his hips raised up to feel more of my palms as my hands grazed that bulging tower. “Good boy…,” I finally smiled. This huge and mighty Alpha, Hunter Black, is my little pet now. Mine to control. Mine to take… whenever I want, wherever the fuck I want. “Am…,” he was tensing up for another huge one, his throat arching with fervour, “AMBER!”

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

It looked like a fortress. Inside, the air smelled of leather and smoke. The butler, dressed in black, led us down a hallway with paintings that looked older than the country. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in my chest. And then I saw him. Santino Blackwood. He stood near the fireplace, the flames lighting his face. He was taller than I imagined, his shoulders broad under a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was dark, his jaw sharp, his cheekbones cutting. But it was his eyes that froze me. Cold. Stormy. Like they could see through my skin and into my bones.

"And you still weren’t satisfied. And now that you’ve lost, you want to throw a tantrum?" His jaw tightened. "You’re pathetic." I shook my head. "And desperate." His eyes flash. "You fucking bit—" "Say it." A new voice challenged and the atmosphere change as the room instantly went silent. His deep voice was cold and lethal even making me feel goosebumps, I slowly turned to see Ethan Blackwood with his hands in his locker at his shoulders were relaxed as he wore an unreadable expression, but his eyes were locked unto Alex, not even blinking for a second.

Instead, I stood frozen as Lucien Black—the devil in a designer fortress—looked at me like I was the weapon he'd been waiting for. "You're insane," I whispered. His thumb traced my lower lip. "Probably," he said. "Ask me again tomorrow. After you've seen the rest." End of Chapter Two.

Holy mother of heavens. He’d had sex with a man. Not just any man but a non-human. Ethan, you’re insane. Truly insane. The sound of the running shower in the room pulled his focus. That must be Lucian. Ethan’s muscles tensed. He needed to get out of here. Dashing out of the room, his clothes barely covering his body, Ethan froze. Standing before him was Butler Ben, staring at him blankly. Oh, shit. “Good morning, Mr. Ethan.”

Black took the paper and started reading. Hi my most favourite enemy, I have heard you found your mate. Congratulations. I also heard your mate is so beautiful. I suggest you not to love your mate so much because I am going to snatch her very soon from you. You know humans are very easiy to kill. Take care of your mate. I heard she is a human. After reading this, Black growled loudly in anger. Everyone got on their knees in fear. Black turned and started running towards his pack house. He wanted to see his mate. When he reached home, Angelina's smell lead him towards the garden.

The gray morning light was just enough to outline the strong jaw I knew so well. “Ethan?” My voice barely rose above a whisper. He didn’t answer. His face was shadowed, but as he stepped closer, I saw his eyes—black. Completely black. He raised a hand, pointing at the book clutched to my chest. His lips moved slowly, but the words were clear: > “You shouldn’t have read that.” I gripped the book tighter, my back pressing against the cupboard. He gave a faint, almost imperceptible smile before moving toward me.

“Of course. The support will begin immediately. Investors will return. The market will settle.” “That’s all," I turned to leave, but Malcolm stepped closer. He placed his hands around my waist, pulling me to a kiss or God knows what. I looked at him sharply. “Don’t touch me", shoving his hands away. Malcolm laughed softly. “Still acting offended? After everything?” I pushed him away. “I did what you wanted. Don’t mistake that for permission.” Malcolm watched me walk out, still smiling. Ethan Blackwood is a high class gigolo. He doesn't take any responsibility neither does he know how to manage his father's company but knows every new hot motel with hot sluts available for sex with a penny.