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You are to crunch, my beautiful! She began to make the pictures. Tamie threw to her some inappropriate words like: "Let me see this small ass..." or still "Show me these big tits...". She didn't like that. And besides, she was close to giving up because she didn't want to do that anymore. Why ask him for indecent pictures? - I'm going to get a drink... Take your clothes off in the meantime, I'm going to take naked pictures of you, now...

His blond hair was messy, clinging to his forehead, and his lips were full and rosy, currently caught between his teeth as he stared at me. He looked at my chest, then his eyes went wide as he realized I was standing there completely naked, then he looked at the floor, his face flushing a deep, burning red. I should have walked away. I should have grabbed my towel, but the way he looked—broken, beautiful, and so goddamn fragile—it hit me harder than any slapshot ever had. I stepped closer, ignoring the way he flinched. I reached out, my hand steady as I leaned his chin up, forcing him to look at me. His skin was like silk under my rough thumb.

I replied, my voice so husky and dripping with lust that it made Blake grow rock hard all over again while my own arousal spike as I watched his cock twitch in response. A quiet scoff escaped his lips as he placed one hand on my breasts. “They really need to be tattooed on,” he purred, his other hand sliding to my chin as he lifted my head, forcing strong eye contact. “Your boobs are so fucking perfect, made to be sucked and covered in my cum.” Blake added, and his filthy words sent a jolt of electric heat rushing through my entire body, leaving me trembling with need. A fresh wave of wetness slicked my thighs at the thought of everything he was about to do to me.

Author's POV The loud beats, the smell of intoxicating drinks, the scent and rhythm of beautiful bodies, and his charming smile was the heart of the night. Many beautiful eyes were on him, roaming on him from his lucious hair to suckable neck and broad chest which is covered in his expensive black shirt, and down the body which will put any Greek god to shame. He was a treat to the eyes. The glass of Amber liquid swirled in his hands before he graced it down his throat.

I feel the beginnings of anger stir in my veins. Soon. Soon enough, she'll be begging for my touch. "Who are you?" She asks, voice quivering. I consider her question. She's so pure. So innocent. So beautiful. I do not want the dark part of me to touch her. Nothing is allowed to taint such ethereal beauty. Tonight I will be Luca. Blackstone, crime Lord and mob boss has been banished to the shadows. I tip her chin upwards with my finger, ignoring her protests.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

Slowly, he began taking off his shirt, and she could see the tattoos and every defined muscle in his chest and abdomen. She stood still, heart racing, the sound of her pulse pounding in her ears. She didn't even try to look away. She wanted to see him. She wanted to remember him… and he didn't show the slightest bit of shame as he removed the last piece of clothing and stood completely naked in front of her. He was painfully attractive. If Blake Baldwin could stun the world seven years ago, now he was simply a refined version of a war god. And he hated her with every fiber of his being as he prepared to give himself to her.

Aston I’d never felt so empty. It was like I needed him to make me whole again, to provide a piece I didn’t even know I was missing. Blake practically ripped the suit he had on from his body. When he was naked, he stood in front of the bed and let me look at him, like I’d done. His body was absolute male perfection, just like I thought he would be. He had hard ridges on his abdomen and narrow hips that tapered down to a thick, long erection that saluted me like it would never go down again.

By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was already throbbing again. The living room was dark except for the blue glow from the TV. Blake was sprawled out on the big sectional couch like he didn't have a care in the world. He was shirtless, just those loose gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The screen light moved over his bare chest, catching on the hard lines of his pecs and the deep ridges of his abs. His arms were stretched out along the back of the couch, muscles thick and relaxed, tattoos curling around his biceps. He looked so fucking good I almost moaned out loud just looking at him.

Blake ordered his voice rough with command as he turned to face me, his eyes raking over my body slowly like he owned it already. I did not hesitate this time, my hands shaking badly but moving fast, peeling my sweatpants down my legs, kicking them aside along with my sneakers then yanking my practice shirt over my head dropping it to the floor. I stood there in just my boxer briefs my cock already straining hard against the front, the head pushing out the waistband leaking a wet spot. Blake tossed the tube of lube onto a stack of clean folded towels nearby and stepped closer, his eyes never leaving me dark and full of raw hunger as he scanned every inch of my exposed skin.