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His badge presses cold against my bare chest, the metal biting into my skin with every thrust, and the scratch of his uniform fabric against my inner thighs is rough and textured and adding a layer of sensation that’s making me lose my mind. He fucks me against the bookshelf with a rhythm that’s controlled.Deep, measured strokes that drag the ridge of his cock against my g-spot on every pass. Books topple around us with every thrust — falling from shelves on both sides. The absurdity of being fucked senseless while books rain down around me is so ridiculous that a laugh bubbles up from my chest and turns into a moan halfway out. He drops his mouth back to my neck. Sucks the skin below my ear

He drank every drop, growling against her flesh, then added a third and fourth finger, stretching her obscenely wide while continuing to tongue her clit. Only when she was shaking and sobbing did he stand. He shoved his pants down, freeing his massive cock ten thick inches, heavily veined, the fat knot already swelling at the base. Pre-cum dripped in heavy strands. He rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit, teasing her entrance, then slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Fuuuuck Daddy! Monalisa wailed, her curvy body jolting forward on the table. He bottomed out against her cervix, balls slapping her clit. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, the wet slap of flesh echo

“Do you want me to show you what I do with my prey?” Her eyes widened. “What are you?” He smiled then, a terrible and beautiful thing. “A man. A monster. A beast who waited too long to claim something soft.” And then comes the heat. His mouth crushed hers, one hand fisting in her robe and yanking it open as if it offended him. His tongue parted her lips, not tentative but hungry, searching, claiming. She moaned, hips bucking toward his body. She hadn’t expected the burn. The desperate heat between her thighs.

Mo called from the other side of the bar “No one wants to come near you. Even the boys who like it rougher. “ “I’ll pay you double. “ Mike offered. “No. Thanks.“ Mo smiled. “Too bad. You look like someone who used to be handsome. “ “You know what, if you’re not going to blow me, fuck off. “ Mike yelled and a few of the customers glanced at them, but no one said anything. “So mean. “ Mo said, “ you know what they also say?” “No. And I don’t care. “ “They say you can't get it up. “

‘Suck my clit, you bitch! I'd called my boss a ‘bitch’ and told, no, ordered her to suck me off. But I was beyond caring now ... Only my clit mattered. It felt huge and swollen, protruding, caught in a beam of hard light. In a slow motion movement, Ellis leant forward and obeyed me. Her soft hair fell across my thighs as she clamped her lips around me. Then I was screaming, writhing, coming ... pumping my hips against her as my hole pulsed like a sea creature sucking in life. It was gorgeous, tormenting, celestial, and I didn’t give a damn if Ellis was a woman, I adored her! .

“Beg.” I went sarcastic bitch mode: “Please, oh mighty cheater, fuck me in public like the whore I am.” He laughed low, then thrust in deep, filling my pussy in one go. I moaned, loud enough to echo off the fountain. “Fuck!” He place his hand over my mouth quickly. Jonah gripped my hips, pounding in steady. Slaps of skin quiet but there, my wetness making his penetration easy. “Tight as always. Sarah doesn't do it like you.”

I felt hurt every time she called me a monster or referred to me as cold-blooded, and yes, I was going to behave like one. "Did you just find out? Huh?" I mocked, my words wrapped with feigned satisfaction, as my lips parted with smiles. As soon as she heard my words, she wiped the tears that had stained her face off, but they wouldn't stop flowing like a broken dam. The sight of it pierced my heart again, but I just couldn't stop myself from holding onto that title. “The earlier you start doing what this demon and venomous monster wants, the better for you, because that's who I am.” I yelled, my eyes burning with wrath.

I wanted her to see every inch of the monster she had sold herself to. “You’re a monster,” she spat, backing up until her legs hit the edge of the bed. “A sick, twisted monster. Stay the hell away from me.” I let out a dark, low chuckle. “Yes, I’m a monster, baby. The same monster whose thick cock you choked on three days ago. The same monster who fucked your tight little pussy so hard you were creaming all over my dick and begging for more. You loved every second of it, didn’t you? Moaning like a filthy whore while I stretched that greedy cunt open.”

I know I sound completely unhinged right now, but I’ve officially lost every last ounce of self-control I ever possessed. Like, tragically, desperately and erotically gone. If there’s a special circle of hell reserved for shameless Omegas who finger-fuck themselves senseless while moaning their best friend’s father’s name into a hotel pillow, I already have my reserved seat. Front row. VIP with no escape. And the scary part? I don’t even care anymore. All of it—every whimper, every tremble, every desperate thrust of my fingers is for him......Damien Blackthorn.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”