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She smirk "I have been expecting you for a while now". She ran her hands seductively on my body. "Make me come down". I ordered. "Your wish is my command". She started pulling off her clothes. I know I will regret this but if I don't do this . I might kill Max out of anger. Sex is the only thing on my mind right now. "Oh Damien". Delilah moans, biting her lips as I finger her. I pushed her to the bed and sucked on her nipples roughly. I kept fingering her with all the anger in me. She moans in pain and pleasure.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the screen, her whole body rigid with shock. "No! That can't be! The doctor told me they were twins, and they were alive!" "Oh, really?" I asked, then flipped to another image. "On that very same day, at the same hospital, Mr. Deluca's account made a 30-million-dollar transfer to a woman named Amanda Vincenzi, the very woman Mr. Deluca has been seeing on the side for years. "Just five minutes later, Amanda's newborn daughter was whisked away by a nurse into Mrs. Deluca's room."

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

Although he has so many enemies but no one would be crazy enough to cross him, Well no one, except me. My name is Isabelle Moretti, I am the living trophy of De Luca's victory over my father. The very day my life fell apart. I clutched the burner phone to my chest trying to steady my breathing. With my eyes closed. But then memories of the event that brought me to this very moment came rushing in. One Week Earlier. Every month Lorenzo De Luca, allowed me one thing, a trip outside my golden cage, to do whatever I like but not without his hound dogs watching my every move but it was better than nothing.

Emma arched slightly, whispering, "Touch me baby... just like this." Alex's hand slipped inside, fingers moving over Emma's panties, feeling the damp warmth seeping through the fabric. She rubbed in gentle circles over the cotton, pressing against Emma's clit until it swelled under the touch. Emma moaned softly, her hand mirroring the path, dipping into Alex's waistband to stroke her slick folds, parting them tenderly to circle her entrance.

Jaemin muttered, his d**k getting hard already. "What the f**k are you doing?" Sylvester said irritatingly, and she began squeezing her b**bs in her palms, moaning to her own hands Jaemin's d**k bulged madly, and he started c*mming immediately,he had to tighten his thighs on each other. "You're missing all of this Sylvester, don't you think it's bad for your health? Come taste it and I swear you won't be able to leave" Delilah said, and Sylvester smiled.

"Tell me you like it." "I love it," Delilah gasped, her voice breathless and desperate. "I love it so much. Harder. Please, fuck me harder." The sound of skin slapping against skin, the ecstatic breathless moans, the rhythmic creak of active sex movements against the vanity—everything painted a vivid, devastating picture in Emilia's mind. But she couldn’t bring herself to open the door and confront them. "You're so fucking tight," Jax groaned. "So perfect. Always so perfect for me."

Not anymore. I barely greeted anyone as I made my way to my desk, and my usual routine of organizing my inbox and going through the day’s assignments felt mechanical. Then, I noticed the message waiting in my inbox: “Luca Delvecchio at The Gallery on 5th tomorrow night. Private showing. You might want to take a look.” It was from my underground contact. This wasn’t just a lead—it was an invitation. And something told me that this would be my chance to get closer to Luca.

And oh, what a lesson it would be. The next morning, Delilah woke with a start, the sunlight streaming through her curtains and illuminating the mess she'd made. The sheets were still damp, a testament to her night's indiscretion, and her body ached in that delicious, post-orgasmic way. For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill. Her sex drive, once a source of shame—something she'd hidden from partners, therapists, and even herself—now felt like a gift. It wasn't a disorder; it was her truth, and with Eli, Damien, and Zeke, it could be something shared, something celebrated. She stretched, her muscles sore from the dildo's vigorous use, and reached

Chapter 37 My Brother’s Best Friend Amber sat on the bed, a laptop right in front of her as she watched porn. She had just finished her period about two days ago, and ovulation was beginning to set in. Amber had one of her fingers massaging her sensitive spot while watching porn. As she finger fucked herself, she had just one image in mind. The fucking hot Dalton, her brother’s best friend. Masturbating with his image always put her in the right place of pleasure. She had lost count of how many times she had dreamt about them having sex. Each time she pleased herself, it was Dalton in her mind. She is so eager to be naked with him and scream his name while his cock does wonders to her core.