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While she was distracted, I drank in the outfit she chose specifically for tonight. Cupping her ass were a pair of cut off jean shorts. The only thing better was the tank top she had on. Her tits—I mean breasts—were on full display. With her golden curls pulled into what she called a “high pony”, she was the most edible thing in this entire place. Which meant I was constantly warring with my baser nature to rip the head off every male—and female—who looked her way. “And urinate on their corpse,” my wolf supplied. “No. Absolutely not.” A group of males trotted down the steps to the row beside us. As each one leered at Anastasia, I froze. “Fine. Maybe one or two.”

Not even a close friend. I appreciated that. Because she's not even my type. My type is the confused blonde, laying on her couch with her shirt hunched up and light pink, hardened nipples out in display. Holy shit, she's braless. My hands virbrate, a desperation to return back to the couch and finish what I started, fuels me. But I fight and resist. Anastasia also happens to be wearing a skirt. It's riding up her stomach now. 'Lace. If you're going to be a dick then be one, but let me out so I can taste her. Look at her Griffin. You got to kiss that and you liked it. Look at her skin-'

“Seeking solace I guess.” Anastasia nodded slowly. She turned the stool to face Ezra until her knees and Ezra's were touching. Anastasia wears a short black skirt above the knee, a black stocking wraps around her long legs together with black leather ankle boots. She wore a tank top and a warm purple fur jacket to wrap around her body. She's decent enough as a Hooker, thought Ezra. But Anastasia is aggressive. "Am I enough to cheer you up?" "How much do you charge per night?"

"I'm talking about serious stuff, who dares to disturb me? Anastacia, I was polite to you in the past because I wanted to give you some face, but don't really think that you're some impressive person. Do you think that because you endorse La Novela perfume, you can really compete with me? Clearly, Natalia had vaguely heard the news about Anna going against her in the class. However, Anna was really too lazy to play such games with Natalia or get into an argument with a stupid person like her, and suddenly grabbed Natalia’s shoulder, pulling her aside. Natalia could not even avoid it, and was pulled aside like a little chick, and could only watch as Anna walked out. Too arrogant! "Anastacia,

Not only journalists but heiress of other families also pulled out their phones to capture a slight glimpse of cold and alluring beauty. His cold gaze swept across all the journalist and guest, forcing them to retreat backwards. To their surprise he held out his hand and a small slender hand was elegantly put on his large palm. Golden heels landed on floor and pale legs were visible to everyone. They all look earnestly to be the first to glimpse at the lady who managed to appear with Damien Romano. With an elegant smile, Athena made her way out of car and intimately wrapped her hands around Damien's arm. She wore a emerald green below knee length off shoulder gown. Rownd diamond earrings dan

he demanded, voice tight, leaning back in his chair. She walked toward him slowly, heels clicking like ticking bombs on the hardwood floor. Without a word, she reached into her sleek handbag and spilled a stack of glossy photos across his desk—candid shots fanning out like accusations. Charlotte and Ryan in a cozy café, sitting close, heads bent together intimately. Then a hug—arms wrapped tight, her head on his shoulder. "I didn't want to show you," Anastasia said softly, her tone laced with feigned sympathy, "but I can't watch you get hurt like this. Not after Grandpa's death... and now this."

Theo says from beside me on our bed. “What are you talking about?” I ask, turning around to face him. “Why are you sleeping with only my shirt on? I can see your ass once you lie down.” “I don't understand what's wrong with you seeing my ass?” “Anastasia , it's bad enough I smell you in my bed all night. That enough drives my wolf crazy because he hasn't marked you. Now you want to sleep almost naked in our bed. It's like you’re asking me to mark you so you die”

Damien lingered for a moment, expecting a response but when no reply came, he finally left. The moment he was gone from the dining table, Anastasia looked up and let out the breath she had been holding. She fanned her tomato-red cheeks with her hands and groaned in embarrassment. How would she look him into the eyes knowing that he saw her naked, and not in a sexy way? She had an urge to dig a hole and die there.

But there’s no time for that now. I have to be inside her. Quickly. “You shaved for me,” I growl as I strip down to nothing. Anastasia bites her lip like she does when she’s embarrassed. She nods. “I wanted to be perfect for you.” “You already are, baby. You already are.” I spread her legs, looking into her big, beautiful eyes, and lift her top so I can see those perfect tits. My balls are taut beneath me, filled with the load I’m going to fill her with. I press the tip of my cock against the entrance to her warm, wet hole and watch as her little pink lips spread for me, revealing her tiny clit that I ran my tongue over the other night.