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Suddenly, the people sitting at the living room got up and started a fight with Alpha Damien and the detective. There was chaos as they tried to make us leave. I'm so scared that I ran towards a door. I got in and realized there was stairs that led down somewhere. I took the stairs with shaky legs. What if there was a dangerous animal down there? By the way, I'm a dangerous animal too. The stairs was a long one and I was finally on ground. I bought out my phone and turned on the flashlight. Walking slowly towards nothing in particular. I saw a metal door at the end of the basement. I looked around before heading towards it. I pulled back the bolt and stepped into the room.

Then her on top of Ben, Chris behind in ass, Alex's cock in her hand while tail fucks him. They rotated endlessly. Claws left crisscross patterns on backs, chests, thighs—pain that heightened every thrust. Tails stretched asses wide, hitting spots that made cocks spurt unwillingly. Pussies and asses milked cocks dry, cum after cum, life force draining in waves. Dizziness hit, vision blurring, but addiction kept them going. 'More... please,' they begged between moans. Lira came too, body shuddering, pussy squirting juices that soaked them. Her orgasms strengthened her, weakening them further. The basement reeked of cum, sweat, blood—floors sticky, bodies bruised and scratched.

“Seemed like I was pounding on that door and screaming for the longest.” “Yeah…party,” he says with understanding. “No one is going to hear us no matter how loud we get.” Heat blooms on my skin. The words are simple enough. Logical. But I’m locked in a basement with a guy I’ve had dreams about. And the prospect of no one hearing what might go on down here peaks my interests. And my nipples. I’m suddenly more appreciative of the dark and unknown space. Then he lets out a low laugh, making me fold my arms across my chest like maybe he can see what’s happened anyway.

The blonde rolled her eyes and leaned against Lycidas, who was turning white and red at the same time. "I am flattered and you're going to hell, Lucas." She poked her index finger at my chest. I knew she wanted to stab me with something else. Girls want to do that when you fuck them and can't remember their names. "Father is waiting for you, Lucas." Lycidas pointed at the other side of the living room. I gave him a faint smile with disdain and was about to walk away, but he grabbed my arm. "And one more thing in case you're still alive tomorrow. I know you can't get enough of me, but stop sending your fucking minion following me around. Next time try sending a monkey. I'm sure a monkey will

Chapter 40 The next morning came faster than usual. Nothing more happened yesterday night, Tyler had came back down with one of his flannels and her phone. He purposely came to deliver both not wanting anyone apart from Diane who knows already to know about what the basement room is made of or furnished with. Only Diane is allowed to enter the basement room, and it is her who cleaned and make sure the room stays clean and well organized. She knows about her boss obsession with dark edge kinky stuffs, and they both had their secret.

I can do it myself unless I am sick, then I accept any help I can get. I have successfully made my way down to the kitchen to throw away the trash and have just started washing the dishes when the kitchen door is slung open, slamming hard against the wall. “Seriously?” I call out behind me to whoever did it without looking. “Sorry, Briar.” Devin giggles. I can hear Rebecca giggling with him as they enter the kitchen with their arms wrapped around each other. “Hey, Briar! It looks like Devin is my mate after all these years. Did you know we have almost everything in common?” Rebecca’s tone is irritating. I don’t know whether to be angry or upset.

"It's not, but he's right. We'll get another shot. Actually, do you mind if I come over to your place after we leave and you can show me some of those moves? That looked so sexy. I don't think I have the butt to do it like you do, but Mr. Canon had me over here servicing him over the weekend while I should have been doing my leg day, so it's at least a good workout." "That'd be fun! I'm not supposed to have friends over this late on a school night, but if Mr. Canon tells my mom it's OK, she'll let us. We just have to make sure we don't wake up my little brother." "You have a basement, right? I think I remember seeing a basement door at your party, a little before those stupid bitches turned

A basement underneath a basement to be precise. Ryker and I glanced at each other for a moment before slowly walking toward the stairs. He held my hand as we went into the second basement through the stairs. Unlike the basement stairs that were made out of wood, this one was made out of, well, the ground itself. I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. Ryker did the same. Together we walked further into the basement. Unlike upstairs, this basement had many things which I couldn’t name. Odd things that reminded me of a voodoo parlor.

It took years for us to dig them up again with our bare hands. So, I can't just feel okay to have the woman who dug our hearts graves back here. The others are just offering their hearts up on a platter for her to do it all over again. I won't let her. Alex needs to go before it hurts them too much. I don't think it'll be very hard to send her off. She already wants to leave. All I really have to do is let her. Ryder looks up as I stalk past him by the stairs. He raises an eyebrow at me in question but I don't have an answer. He doesn't say anything to push as I rip open the door to the basement and head straight for the gym.

Gray’s rejection burned hotter than the pleasure I’d just chased. Who the hell does he think he is? Exhaustion pulled at me like heavy chains. My eyes drifted shut, and my mind—always restless, always hungry—slipped backward. Back to that summer. Back to the basement. Back to Damon. The memory swallowed me whole. His two thick fingers were still buried deep inside my tight, virgin pussy, pumping slowly, curling against that sensitive spot that made my vision blur. I was thirteen, legs spread obscenely wide on the old couch in the dimly lit basement, my sleeping shorts shoved to the side. Damon’s breath was hot against my neck as he hovered over me, his dark eyes locked on where his hand disa