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“It’s adorable how naïve you are, darling, but you should know that Saint is dangerous. You’re not the first girl he has tried to save, and you won’t be the last that he ruins. Mark my words.” My throat goes dry, but I don’t give anything away. “If he is so dangerous, why do you want him back?” I see that my words hit a nerve as her lips twitch. "I am the only one who understands Saint. And he is mine. There is nothing wrong with wanting what's mine. And do you know why I am sure he will always come back to me? It's because Saint doesn't like girls with dark pasts, and I can see that you do from a mile away. You don't know the rules of this game, and it will bore him out."

I fall off the edge into the abyss, my body spasming with harsh waves of pleasure. “Oh fuck,” I groan. Before I can even catch my breath, he thrusts into me again. A fresh wave of arousal shoots through me. Sweat drips down my neck. Everything feels deliciously dirty. I rise up on my palms and press back into him until my thigh meets his. It’s almost like we’re having sex on steroids. My body tingles everywhere. It just feels good. Really fucking good. Dante smacks my ass, his groans growing louder. “Mine,” he snarls, fucking me harder. “Only mine. Say it.”

The moment I finished tidying up the house, the system's notification chimed. "Fran, you'll be going home in five days," it said. Tears began streaming down my cheeks again. I forced a smile and whispered, "Alright... Thank you." For a second, I thought I heard the system sigh. The next thing I knew, my ears were filled with the sound of fireworks going off. Elijah had lit them up outside for Abigail. I took a deep breath, turned around, and gathered all my belongings—wedding photos included. I then crouched in a tight corner of the garden and burned all that junk in a heap.

He added two fingers, sliding them inside her slowly. “Oh God—” she gasped, arching. “Louder,” he said. “Let the whole estate hear you.” “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please, don’t stop.” He didn’t. He kept licking her clit while curling his fingers deep inside her. Her body tensed, then shook, a wave of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out as she came, trembling against the mirror, her hands flat on the glass. Azrael held her hips steady. Even after she came, he didn’t stop. He kept sucking her gently, licking her slowly, until her legs shook again.

CHAPTER 52. THE ECHO OF A SIN SELENE'S POV We are both panting, ragged breaths tearing through the heavy air of my bedroom. The scent of sex, sweat, and something raw, electric, hangs thick around us, a tangible cloud of our recent transgression. My body, still humming with the aftershocks of a cataclysmic high, clings desperately to his. My fingers, numb and tingling, are buried in the silken strands of his dark hair, gripping him as if he's the only anchor in a world that has just spun wildly off its axis. God, the sheer, undeniable truth of it washes over me: he is far from finished. The primal energy still radiates from him, a scorching heat against my skin, a deep thrumming in my bones.

I hit him with my fist, but he managed to grab both of my hands with his free one. “How about I teach you a little lesson about obedience,” he whispered in my ear. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of my ear. The movement was slow, deliberate, like the whiff of a seducer’s perfume. It sent a wave of sensations through my entire body, making me painfully aware of the sudden tightness in my pants. I tried to move again only to feel a certain hardness poking me from under. “Salvatore…” There was a mix of fear and excitement, the growing buzz in my head made it hard to think. Was it the remaining alcohol in my system, or the fire that was burning in the places our skin met?

Meekey hadn’t seen this kind of life in years—quiet, ordinary, safe. Vanessa returned with a plate—eggs, toast, a strip of bacon that still popped grease. Meekey ate like she hadn’t in days. “You staying clean?” Vanessa asked without warning. Meekey looked up. “Yeah.” “You sure? I don’t got time for games, Meekey. Not with a kid in this house.” “I’m clean,” she said, firmer. “Been clean a long time.” Vanessa nodded, watching her. “I’m not asking for a handout,” Meekey added. “Just a place to crash a night or two. I’ll be outta your way soon.”

The loud shattering sound startled guest from the other room. “ What are you doing?” Uncle Ben barked and grabbed Sebastian by the collar. “ What was that for? Do you want to get apprehended?” He points at the CCTV camera in the private room. Sebastian followed his gaze, stared at the CCTV camera, hissed and walked out of the restaurant, he got to his car, got in and zoomed off with so much speed. Every car and motorcycle on the way gave way for the reckless driver. Uncle Ben noticed this and quickly took his car and followed after Sebastian.

"Please, baby—ho ho fuck me!" I thrust in deep with one brutal stroke, bottoming out balls-deep in her tight heat. She cried out, back arching off the bed, nails raking my shoulders. "Goddamn, Astrella, you're like a velvet vice. Santa's sack is unloading early tonight." I pulled back slow, watching my cock drag out shiny with her cream, then slammed home again, setting a punishing rhythm. The bed creaked under us, headboard thumping like reindeer hooves on the roof.

Her slick walls fluttered wildly around me, milking every last drop. My vision blurred, ears ringing with her broken scream and the wet slap of our bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sex, musk and her sweet arousal. She melted against my chest, tits pressing hot against me, nipples hard as diamonds. I groaned low, throat raw, tasting her on my tongue from that last filthy kiss. The aftershocks rippled through us both as her pussy gave my softened cock one final, greedy clench, leaving me wrecked and glowing in the haze.