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Her breasts looked very large for her size, her hands were well cared for and her hair, although it was tied back on her face, some strands were falling out. She was a very natural woman, and that was what caught his attention. She was nothing like the lush blondes he was used to dealing with. And that for Arthur Graham was like a breath of fresh air in the middle of summer. Once again, there was silence for a few seconds. He couldn't deny that it was something that for him was somewhat uncomfortable. He was very sociable, and besides the fact that he wanted to know a little more about his copilot. Morgana still hadn't given him directions on where to go, he could tell she was immersed in he

Right as everyone started to attack, a gunshot rang out and echoed within the Walker Mansion. Morgan stood behind the crowd when he whipped out his gun in fury. With an icy glint in his eyes, he fired a shot at Liam and bellowed, "You're gonna pay for my son's life! Go to hell!" "Watch out, sir!" Calum shouted. He had kicked a man wielding a machete in front of him and saw Morgan holding the gun. Liam moved quickly, and the bullet shot past him and struck one of the Walkers' men.

He slowed down so I could slip a finger into my center which stretched me out further, then I began moving it in time with every thrust of his. "Shit!" I moaned, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. "That's it, baby. Soak my cock with your come." Not even a moment later I felt my body come undone, violently shaking as I rode out my orgasm. It was then that Gunnar found his released, spilling himself inside of me with a sated groan. "Thank you," Gunnar eventually panted since we were both out of breath. "What for?"

Even in his state, he still exhumed his alpha pheromones. I watched as he contemplated on what to do next. He knew he was cornered and trapped. He had a look of fear for just a second before the madness returned to his eyes, sharpened into resolve. “Then you leave me no choice.” Before I could move, he drew a gun , and in one smooth move, he fired a shot in the direction of Morgan. The gun shot split the quiet cabin like thunder. Morgan jerked, his body slamming against the chains as the bullet tore into his stomach. He made a wet, choking sound that barely resembled a voice. The chains bit into his shredded wrists as his body sagged forward.

Zara was. And this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. DR. MORGAN’S OFFICE Dr. Morgan’s hands trembled as the cold barrel of the gun pressed against his temple. Sweat poured down his face, dripping onto the paperwork scattered on his desk — the very papers that had Lucien Black believing a lie. Across from him sat a man too large for the chair, his presence swallowing the entire room. His face was calm. But his eyes? Murderous. The man leaned forward, voice a quiet, brutal promise. “You did as we planned?”

“You have me now, remember? I won’t let anything bad like that happen to you without grabbing my own pound of flesh from that bastard. I promise.” She breaks into more tears, wailing away all of her sadness and trauma, and I never let her go for a moment, being the shoulder she can cry on. It takes minutes before it slowly stops, and she pulls away, wiping at her nose and looking at me with worry. “He’s more dangerous than Artemis, Sera. Sure, Artemis is a prick that teases people for the fun of it and all, but Morgan is different. He doesn’t play pranks; he tortures his victims and he gets away with all of it because his father is influential and pays the school a lot of money to cover it u