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he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

Such roughened friction sparks an uncontainable wildfire throughout me. "Uhhh! Ahhhh!!!" I cry out as I feel it. A mind-numbing pleasure painfully reaches its peak. My vision nearly darkens before I felt like I was bursting into light. The tidal wave rendered me so powerlessly debilitated. My entire form quivers roughly multiple times. I sob out my climax. "So good, so pure." He groans avidly, crushing me against him one last time. My body trembling in aftershock. His lips kissed away my tears. ___ next chapter will be updated soon, please vote and comment! thank you for reading. <33

Chapter 47 is the POSSESSION chapter and it's going to be INTENSE! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

I smiled, extending a hand towards her. “You came just in time." Warning: The next chapters include dark themes that may trigger readers. Please tread lightly.

he growled, rubbing my nipples, causing them to go hard, just begging to be sucked. Before he took my nipples into his mouth, lapping at them with his tongue, causing uncontrollable moans to escape from my lips. Hardly able to keep myself upright, as pleasure overtook my body. Feeling my surroundings spin around me, as I became dizzier and dizzier, the more and more I became intoxicated by him. Intoxicated by him… Intoxicated by his touch. This wasn’t the same as last night’s sex. It was different.

“You’re already mine. And you’ll never be able to go back.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. I should’ve resisted. I should’ve fought back, but I couldn’t. I was already too far gone. I hated myself for wanting it. For wanting him. But deep down, a darker part of me knew—I was his. And I didn’t know how to get out of this spiral. This twisted, intoxicating spiral of power, control, and darkness. And somehow, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. 21 VIKTOR

“You gave me your body. Today, you’re going to give me your senses. You’ll learn to see without your eyes. To feel without knowing where the sensation comes from. To lose yourself in the darkness I’m about to create for you.” Fear tastes like metal in my mouth. To be deprived of sight? Delivered to him, in the dark? “Take off the rest,” he orders without turning around. I remove my sweater, my panties, my boots. I stand naked before him again, but this time the vulnerability is magnified. The anticipation of the coming darkness makes every inch of my skin hypersensitive. He turns, the black blindfold in his hand. “On your knees.”

He was resting on his side now, facing me, his eyes was locked on my most sweet place. He began to circled his finger against my pussy, gently at first, the pad of his thumb teasing my sensitive folds. It was a slow, sensual stroke that made me clench my eyes shut. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to coax the fire back to life. His touch was light, barely a ghost of a caress, but it was enough to send sparks shooting through my veins.

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit consensual sex, spontaneous morning sex, light spanking, multiple orgasms, unprotected creampie, intimate couple dynamic CHAPTER ONE Sunlight streams through the open curtains and casts her in light as he moves towards her, fingers stretched out to cup her face. His lips land on hers like soft pillows, kissing once, twice, thrice before his urgency takes over. The tip of his tongue traces hers and he feels the smile of her against his skin. She tastes the chocolate on his tongue from his tongue, wondering when he had the time to snack when she briefly slipped out of the sheets.

His dark eyes reminded me of the harshness of Russian winters - merciless and bone chillingly cold. I swallowed, then glanced around me. Everyone was gone. Just the stranger and I remained. With a shake of my head, I returned my eyes to the crypt. “Goodbye, Adrian,” I muttered softly, then rushed in my brothers’ direction. The stranger’s eyes remained on me like a thorn in my skin. Strangely enough, it was almost a pleasurable pain. Maybe I had turned masochistic and sought pain to torture myself.