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But this? This was something else. “Adrian,” she said, stepping closer, breaking the silence. “Talk to me.” He exhaled sharply, setting the glass down with more force than necessary. "You want to know about Calloway?" His voice was low, clipped. "Victor Calloway is a problem I should have handled a long time ago. He's not a businessman, Amelia. He’s a fucking ghost. A puppet master who never lets himself be seen. The kind of man who starts wars without ever stepping onto the battlefield himself."

💋Addicted To You💋 [More Than A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Kamara B. Blake . #Season_2: Chapter Thirteen😘 . 💦Two Weeks Later💦 . 💋Chloe Houston💋 I flipped my eyelids open aware of the fact that a hand was wrapped around me. I look sideways to see Lucas and I smiled. What happened last night filled my memory immediately and the thoughts of it made my cheeks go red with embarrassment.

But Xavier's response was a mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "Oh, dear cousin, you've yet to fathom the depths to which I can sink," he taunted, his smirk widening into a sinister grin. I prepared to pull the trigger when, suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my neck, a needle injecting its venomous contents into my bloodstream. The room spun, my vision blurred, and a wave of drowsiness washed over me. "What have you done?" I managed to murmur, my voice growing faint as the drug took hold of my senses.

For a moment he was flooded with euphoria, the adrenaline-laced blood too rich and addictive when he'd been so long without and so very closing to turning. "So good. Do not stop. Feel the rush. Do not stop. There is nothing like it in the world. Join us, brother. Be with us. Take it all. Every drop." Kane heard several voices whispering the temptation. The buzzing in his head grew louder until it was almost painful. It is forbidden to take a life. "A cat only. Nothing to one such as you. He attacked you. Why should you give him his life when he would have killed you?"

Nevaeh sounded breathless, more curious than bemused, enjoying the warmth of his strong arms. “Because I felt the urge to do it... Because I want the whole world to know that you’re my woman…” Aiden threaded his fingers through her hair and tilted her head back to look into her eyes. “Neve, there’s nothing that I want more than to take you away from this place but you made me promise I’d be here, so… I’ll behave… for now...” “Aiden Cargill, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were trying to separate me from my panties… if I were wearing any.”

They were so greedy to ruffle my stamina. My back greets the softness of the mattress, but the pounding on my asshole intensifies with the alternating suction in front of my body. Like Satya said, I'm a bitch, I'm dirty, I enjoy being a spectacle, I'm... addicted to more challenging games. "Ah!" I repeated the sigh every time Arman reached the deepest part. He kept digging for pleasure until a shot from him warmed my back. It wasn't just him who breathed a sigh of relief, I was already having trouble moving as I became the target of the hungry cats' passion.

He looked weak and tired, and I asked "Sir, are you okay?" "I'm fine, just tell me if I'm free too," he said rudely. I remembered he had a meeting to attend at 2 o'clock. "Sir, you have a meeting to attend by 2 o'clock." His face looked worried, and he said "Oh, I forgot. Thank you." I smiled and said "It's my job." Then he asked, "Eunice, can we hang out to get to know each other? I promise to be sober, just tonight."

The way he’d call me his little warrior and promise I could be anything I wanted. “He’s rolling in his grave,” Mateo continued with vicious satisfaction. “Watching his little girl become the pack whore. Watching you disgrace everything the Calloway name stood for. He gave his life trying to save your mother from being called trash, and you turned yourself into exactly that without anyone even forcing you. You did it all by yourself.” I couldn’t breathe. The memories were crushing me. Dad teaching me to fish. Dad braiding my hair before school. Dad bleeding out in Mom’s arms while I stood there useless and seventeen years old and unable to save him.

A warm, fluttering sensation tried to bloom there, but I shoved it down hard, refusing to let a stranger’s words affect me like this. “I don’t need your help,” I snapped, reaching for the phone again with my free hand. He simply raised it higher, keeping my wrist locked securely in his grasp, his body crowding me even more against the wall. “Tell me why you were crying,” he ordered, voice calm yet leaving absolutely no room for argument. “And I’ll give it back.” “That’s blackmail.” “That’s negotiation.” That slow, predatory smile returned. “You have ten seconds before I walk out of here with your phone. Ten… Nine…”

“Are you ready to be my slave, Mafia Boss?” He smirked. I could see the desire burning in his eyes. “I’m yours, my queen.” I grinned widely. I captured his lips and kissed him deeply. Yes. Who would have thought? The man I met in that club would be the same man who brought happiness back into my life. And I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with him. Whether as his personal slave or his wife. Because now… I can be both. The End. Ameiry Savar © 05/26/2026