A Contract With The Devil in a Suit
The dim glow of the nightlight in the corner of the classified apartment exposed a harrowing tableau: Darren’s black shirt had been torn open at the chest, revealing taut, vascular muscles, while his hawk-like eyes were completely bloodshot, drowned in a primal fog of lust that had annihilated the remaining shards of his sanity.
Darren offered no verbal response to the screams. His hearing had gone entirely deaf, drowned out by the thundering roar of his own heartbeat, which was hammering far past its normal threshold due to the high-potency aphrodisiac fed to him by Clarissa. The hellish, internal fire was systematically flaying his nervous system, demanding an instinctual, raw physical rel
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