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There was silence as everyone watched Mrs. Grace as she glanced through the document President Blossom had submitted to her. Lindsey's heart was beating ten times faster than usual and she just felt like collapsing. She stared at Mrs Grace for a while before shifting her gaze to the two subordinate judges seated close to Mrs. Grace side by side waiting for an order from their boss, before she shifted her gaze to President Blossom who had her gaze on Mrs. Grace as if trying to read her mind. Lindsey sighed closing her sweaty palm as her eyes landed on Reporter Sharon who had her eyes on her and a smirk plastered on her face. "I'm doomed," Lindsey muttered. thank goodness she was seating if no

BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM fiction. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

❦•: ZARA :•❦ His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul. The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away.

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 The drive back felt different. Because now there was a label on whatever this was between us, and even though nothing about Jacob Grey had suddenly become normal, there was something about sitting beside him as his wife that shifted the air in a way I couldn’t ignore.

I know the lady will be getting back to us, I bet she wanted us to grieve before talking about business. Chloe's eyes changed because she finally accepted her destiny. Nathan told me about how a grey werewolf's eyes can change to that of the bright grey moon if they believe in themselves and accept their grey wolves. It's like accepting Jesus as your lord and savior then after that when you die you go to heaven and become an angel.

The thick carpet of the private room pressed into my knees as I knelt before Nikolai Volkov, my blouse hanging open like a surrendered flag and my tight pencil skirt bunched uselessly around my waist. My black lace bra was pushed down beneath my full, heavy breasts, leaving them exposed and flushed, my nipples still dark and swollen from the ruthless attention of his mouth. Between my thighs, my soaked panties clung to my puffy pussy lips, the evidence of my shattering orgasm still dripping down my inner thighs in sticky trails. My body trembled with aftershocks, yet the sight of his massive cock bobbing inches from my face sent a fresh wave of shameful heat flooding my core.

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

Chapter 1: The Hidden View My name is Lena, and I’m twenty-one years old. For the last three months, I’ve been carrying a secret that burns hotter than anything I’ve ever felt. It started innocently enough—or at least that’s what I tell myself when the shame tries to creep in. Mom had been dating Marcus for almost a year. He was everything she’d described in her giddy late-night phone calls with her friends: tall, thirty-eight, with the kind of broad-shouldered, athletic build that came from years of playing rugby and working construction management. Dark hair with just the faintest hints of silver at the temples, deep brown eyes that seemed to see right through you, and a low, rumbling voic

My name is Liliana Grey but since I joined the Terrance family I changed my name to Liliana Terrance. I was born and raised in America, California Los Angeles, but moved to New York when I got adopted back when I was 10. I was a college student taking psychology department in New York. I stayed at the dorm since it's near and to save myself from my oversleeping habit. Today seems to be my seventeenth birthday and I am planning to go back home to celebrate since the summer holiday is also heading near. I was walking in the hallway with tons of books to carry. I head to my locker and put the books inside easing my hand that has gone numb from carrying it.