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I chuckled, tossed my bag to the floor and sank into the seat meant for my study table. “Please. Take your time.” The heat of embarrassment crept up Mia's neck. Pretty ironic, because she wasn't exactly innocent herself. Barring the past with my brother, she was pretty popular in town for having a pretty “lucrative” online business. I wonder if she knew I knew. Then again, we all met at that OnlyFans party. So really, there was no need to fell embarrassed. Sabrina pulled the sheets off the bed, revealing their sweaty half-naked bodies beneath it. Mia's short plaid skirt was already halfway up her ass, panties soaked in a warmth I wanted to feel for myself.

Amira said “I’ll do as you say” Anna said “Tell me a little about yourself Anna” Amira asked “Queen Tara bought me from the Vartell village (Amir’s kingdom) Anna was from Edinburgh but was captured by the vartell warriors during a war between Edinburgh and Vartell villages. “My master sold me to the queen and since then I’ve been in Odeon. I’m glad she bought me and I’m happy here” Anna said On hearing Vartell kingdom Amira stiffened and appearedpalce on her face.

I've been around humans for long enough to know she's terrified, even though she's doing a decent job of hiding it. "I want to go over the contract one last time to make everything clear," I say, pulling out my phone. "Since you refuse to be glamored, you will have to obey of your own volition. I will go through the main points." Arabella nods, and it pains me to look away. I want to devour her. "Your name is too long. I will call you Ara." "That's what my friends call me," she says. "Don't speak unless spoken to." I search through my email and open up the contract.

Arabella’s mouth went dry. “Well, well,” he said, his voice low and smooth, laced with amusement. “Didn’t expect to see someone like you walk in this late.” He leaned forward on the counter, eyes slowly tracing over her hidden figure. “You sure you’re in the right place, sweetheart?” She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “I want a piercing.” His smirk deepened. “Name’s Rafe. And you are…?” “Arabella,” she answered quietly. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He tilted his head, studying her with open interest. “Most girls who come in here this late are either drunk or running from something. Which one are you?”

I automatically smiled back. I don't know how long I stood there or how long I was staring at her but suddenly I felt someone's hand snap in from of my eyes. I quickly came down from la- la land and was back to reality. It was Monica that snapped her finger. Makaila was already in front of me, smiling. Rita was in Nigel's hands as Christine took several shots of them. My attention was fully on the beauty before me. "Hey." She said, smiling shyly.

Submission is something he enjoys, especially from this stunning girl he wants to eat. If he plays his game well. He ought to use her as his weekend sexual meal. And if he gets satisfaction from her. He might keep her for himself. His mind was filled with all these filthy ideas while they were talking to each other. Arabella, for her part, wanted the weekend to go by quickly so she could visit the hospital and spend time with her mother. She was prepared to comply with this man's requests. She will do everything in her power to repay him. She got a message alert while they were eating, and it was a five hundred thousand dollar credit alert.

"You are forcing me!" "No, Cara Mia," Sandro grunted whilst desperately attempting to incite a response from her. He flipped her and made her stay on her knees before thrusting into her again, from behind. His hand gripped her hair and he smacked her backside gently before caressing. "Sandro..." Arabella bit her lower lip. Her body trembled and she heaved a deep breath. She didn't want to feel anything but as hard as she tried, she couldn't. Somehow she craved him. She wanted him to fúck her and used her as he desired.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

If I use magic, then I will get caught. [Unknown Number: You’re a useless piece of sh*t. Anyways, we are going to attack the pack to get our hands on that bitch. Tiara: Don’t be so quick to judge me. There is someone who is from the pack and will help your people. [Unknown Number: Who is that?] Before Tiara would have replied to that message, she got another message. [Unknown Number: Got that person’s message.] * Arabella took a deep breath and closed her eyes, recalling the faces of those monsters. It was definitely not a pleasant memory that she wanted to think about, but at the same time, she was stronger than this. Crying wasn’t an option.