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My heart did a violent, sudden stutter at her words. Bleeding out? How the fuck is that my problem? “Grey Carrington found out about everything,” Anya continued, her eyes drilling into mine through my blurry vision. “The leaked footage, the contract, your little stunt. He’s using it as an excuse to completely break him. Liam just came from there. He said Grey is literally torturing him.” I clamped my jaw shut, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed my fists behind my back. The chains bit deeply into my wrists, but I forced my face to stay completely blank.

“You can call me Lady Clara Grey. Her most exalted, beneficent Ladyship. A generous werewolf who deigns to treat with a lowly perverted prince of the Dark Shade like yourself. In fact, don’t ever use my name at all.” I heard his peals of laughter. “Impossible. Then I would just say ‘that pretty werewolf over there,’ or ‘my would-be concubine.’ Is that what you really want? ‘Lady Concubine’? Very well, Concubine Grey. It was a pleasure to bathe with you, but I really must get going. My councilors are waiting, and well, this vamp threat won’t go away on its own, will it?” He didn’t bother to stay to hear my vehement yells that I would not be known as his concubine.

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every

Arc could too. The voice yelled out again, closer this time, "Take your fucking hands off my chair, Marty!" The door burst open, and Grey appeared, looking even more disheveled than before. His blue shirt was stained with what could have been coffee, and his face desperately needed a shave. His bushy hair was a tangled mess, crying out for a comb. He was barefoot, and his arms were folded across his chest, his expression unyielding. A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable.

They snapped open immediately. The corner of Sudan’s mouth curved upward. “That’s better. That’s how I want you” Zach exhaled shakily, his voice breaking as he whispered, “You’ll ruin me.” Sudan leaned in, his lips brushing Zach’s ear once more. “No, Zach. You’re already ruined” “Spread you legs open, I want to see you. Sudan muttered

He asked hastily, grabbing his briefcase. “Well, there are enough rooms. She’s free to stay and leave as she pleases,” he responded. Jasper had blown me a kiss before storming away through the door. I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling my soaked panties cling to my skin. “Well, I’ll be in my room then, Katherine,” Mr. Grey spoke, pushing past me with a gentle silence on his face. I watched him leave, hungry for more. I didn’t really care who it was anymore—I just needed enough intimate pounding.

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.

I groaned, my hands instantly gripping the edges of my desk as she opened her mouth wide and took the entire length down her throat. She went all the way in, her lips sealing tight around the base. She began to pump her head up and down, sucking hard, stroking the shaft with her hands, moving faster and faster. For a moment, she pulled back, spitting directly onto the shaft to make it even slicker before plunging her mouth right back over me. Watching her degrade herself for me completely undoes me. I fucking loved it. “Fuck,” I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. “Faster, Sandra. Move faster.”

And suddenly, she found she had no other thought than the complete ease that ebbed from her center to the very tips of her being. A stray groan of approval heaved with her exhale, hands gripping the sides of his face, eyes wild, she stared into his soul as she came. Flooded completely. Free of all fear and existential dread. Existing only to fall victim to the soul-splitting throb that split her in half from the cunt upwards. Only when she had relaxed slightly did he slip inside of her. And as he did, she surrendered to her expiration again. Felt a numbness seize her from her loins. Grunted stiffly. Sighed as she slackened slowly. Letting her eyes shut, legs tangled around the man’s jerking

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