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Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 46 Damian Alexxa’s Scotch Bar was all chrome and noise, just like everything else in this city, trying to be upscale. Lessia called this one of the best. She needs to get back to New York, where real scotch bars don’t blast EDM or serve whiskey with LED lights like some frat-boy science experiment. I wasn’t in the mood for the loud music, the girls who kept trying to flirt with us, or even the overpriced scotches. We were just here to blend in, and watch, to make sure our girls got home safely.

“The spiced lamb is my specialty. Sit. I’ll make you a plate.” I sat on a low wooden stool beside the stall, trying to ignore how my cock was already starting to stir. She worked quickly, her body moving with natural confidence; her hips swaying, breasts bouncing lightly with each motion. Every time she turned, I caught glimpses of her smooth, shaved pussy and the soft jiggle of her ass. She handed me a plate piled high with hot lamb, flatbread, roasted vegetables, and a spicy sauce. The first bite was pure heaven. I groaned in pleasure, closing my eyes as the flavors exploded on my tongue.

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Her thighs pressed together as the toy hummed again. Flashbacks filled her mind during the lecture. Lila had always been rebellious. Growing up with a distant mother, she acted out in high school with bad boys and risky parties. She craved the loss of control because real life felt too chaotic. Submission gave her structure, a place to let go completely. That is why Marcus’s rough touch hooked her so fast. And now Elias’s refined dominance pulled her even deeper. She felt addicted to both. Elias stood at the front, his voice commanding as he discussed taboo desires in literature. His eyes met hers often. The plug buzzed stronger, making her bite her lip to stay quiet. Students around her too

He was quick to notice of course, and he returned again, this time holding my waist while his bulge pressed into my derriere. I let out a soft gasp, "I have some books to pick up by the bookstore before it closes." I tried to conceal my surprise. His eyes lit up, "don't you torture yourself reading those erotics?" He looked into my face. He knew what I was reading? My eyes flicked towards him. "You think I don't know?" His tongue flickered to his lips. "You went into my room?" I was stunned. "The covers drew me in, and I couldn't help but glance through some pages. But I must say, the side effects of reading such books can be disastrous."

Holding his lustful gaze, Skylar swiped a tongue at the pre-coital fluids seeping from the slit. A tremor lurched up her spine as she was reminded of the taste, of that wonderful creaminess of a man. Damn, it'd been so long since she sucked dick, too long! "Fuck, it feels so good, Sky," he breathed when her hot, pink tongue swirled around the underside of his helmet. "Take me into your mouth."

And knowing you as well as I do, I imagine it will have been quite a while since my passing before you finally open this letter. "We really did have something beautiful once, and that's why it hurts so much to know you've never loved me. I'm only writing to say one thing—thank you. For seven years, you let me believe in a beautiful dream. Now that it's over, it's time for me to go. Don't waste your time missing me." Conrad read my last note without showing a single flicker of emotion. Then, like a man hell-bent on punishing himself, he pored over the chat records I'd leaked to the paparazzi—reading them once, then twice, then again and again. He drowned in those messages from dusk till dawn.

Why would anyone keep such things? As if in answer, a nearby shelf caught her attention. Titles etched in faded gold lined the spines of several books: The Alchemy of Venom. The Art of Extraction. Scorpion Toxins and Their Many Uses. She hesitated before settling on one—Venom as Cure: The Healing Properties of Toxins. Frowning, she pulled it free, running her fingertips over the worn cover. A book on healing? Here? In this place? The red glow behind her flickered, the shadows pooling just beyond her sightline.