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I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, searching for the defiance that used to flare at such absolute dominance. Instead of resistance, I found a deep, burning acceptance. “I know what you are,” she whispered, her voice laced with the passion that had been banked for weeks. “And I know what you are capable of. The man who brought me flowers was a lie. The monster who fought in Paros, the man who moved the world to save the life of his wife and the mother of his sons—that is the man I surrender to. That is the truth I choose.”

"You love that I can break you. You love that I'm better than you." Sloane fought for control, trying to push back, but the pleasure was too intense. The vibrations were hitting her clit with surgical precision, sending waves of heat crashing through her. She stopped fighting and started begging. "Please... Tatum, please, don't stop," Sloane sobbed, her head dropping forward.

With words. "Turn around." She obeyed. With her back to him now, she felt the heat of his gaze running down her spine. The shame didn't come from her body. It came from the surrender. From the absence of protection. "Take a deep breath. Close your eyes." She did. For long seconds, nothing. And then, the sound of cotton sliding through his hands. "Today we will explore the first link: conscious surrender. You will yield your body without sexual stimulus. And yet, it will respond. Because the mind has already bowed."

"Submit to me, surrender to our connection. Let me consume you, body and soul." Gracie's heart pounded in her chest as she surrendered to my dominance. She embraced the duality of our connection, reveling in the power I willed over her. The heat of my breath against her skin sent waves of pleasure through her body, igniting a fire deep within. As our bodies intertwined, we became one, a tempest of desire and ecstasy. My primal instincts took over, my movements powerful and possessive. Gracie surrendered herself willingly, her body responding to my every touch and caress.

She cured out as I sank into her, her walls gripping me tight. "Fuck", I groaned. "You're so tight". But she didn't respond, she just started moving by rocking her hips, and riding me in the dim light of the limo. Her dress bunched around her waist, while her breasts bounced with every thrust I gave. The view was obscene and perfect. "Uhhhhh yeah...ohhhh....ahhhh". She kept moaning. I let her set the pace for a moment, watching her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted, while her breath came in short gasps. She was beautiful like this as she was lost in sensation and surrendering to the moment.

She couldn't stop crying,as that was the only thing she could do at that moment. She had always imagined losing her innocence on her wedding night to the man she loves. But she just lost it to a total stranger,and not just any stranger,a psychopathic one. The most painful part was the dishonoring and shameful way she lost it. Seconds turned into slow long agonizing minutes,but the Don wasn't done yet. Amaya's tears seemed to turn him on the more,and fuel his hunger. He groaned in her ears and that seemed to irritate her. She had stopped crying,as the tears had refused to come anymore.

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

She looked up at me from my embrace and spoke in a feeble voice which was barely audible, “What?” “Surrender to me.” Volume 1 End

he smirked, looking at me intently with a cheeky smile. My brows slightly crossed. I lifted my chin, daring him to look at me even more. "Drew Mondragon," I muttered under my breath. He never smiled, and his eyes were still glued to mine. "Be tough, Beauty. This is the reality of your dreams. They will offer you something in exchange for sex. Some are vulgar as they want to taste you badly. You've got the body, the beauty, plus your name is Beauty." Drew's jaw tightened, and his eyes turned down, staring at my legs.

Every person who’s ever been told to be quiet, to shrink, to stay grateful for something that never made them feel whole. // To Everyone Watching, Yes, I’m pregnant. No, I don’t owe you an explanation, but here’s what I’ll give you anyway: I’m not ashamed, I didn’t fall into this child. I walked into it with full knowledge of the risks, the pain, the past I carried. This child wasn’t born from scandal, this child is being born from survival, from choice, from love. Not a perfect love. Not a fairytale. But a love that saw me when I was broken and didn’t flinch, a love that helped me stand on my own.