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he said, walking toward me until his chest almost touched mine, "is that you marry me again. In public. For real this time. No more hiding. You'll be Elara Thorne, queen of both empires." I looked into his eyes. And for one awful, traitorous second—I remembered the good days. The way he'd hold me after a nightmare. The way he'd whisper "mine" into my hair. Then I remembered the divorce papers. The cold hum of the penthouse. The silence. "If I say no?" I whispered. Julian's hand cupped my cheek. Gentle. Menacing. "Then your mother loses her treatment tomorrow. And I ruin Damian. And you go back to being a librarian with nothing."

The taboo hit me like a wave as she straddled my lap and guided my slick cock to her entrance. "Bethany" I whispered my voice thick with conflict. "You are married. This is wrong." She sank down slowly taking every inch. Her pussy was incredibly tight and wet. "It is not wrong if we both want it, Adrian. I have fantasized about this forbidden dynamic for so long. Ride me. Let me feel you." Bethany began riding me with graceful sensual movements. Her elegant body moved like liquid on top of me. Nadia and Betsy watched touching themselves and each other while whispering more secrets.

“She knows I'm in love with you, that you are the woman I have always wanted. Please, just give me one chance to come back into your life.” My expression hardened. “Never!” I snapped. “You broke me. You made me feel cheap, unwanted, and worthless. I will never get back together with you. Not now, not ever.” I took a shaky breath, refusing to let him see how much he was affecting me. “Even if Andre is pretending and all he wants is sex, I'd still rather sleep with him than come back to you. Over and over again.” The words had barely left my mouth before David strode around my desk.

We locked gazes, the blue of his eyes shining even in the dark as he delved into me. I cried out, my nails digging into his muscular back as he began to rock in and out. With every thrust I felt a fullness that threatened to overwhelm me. I wanted more; I wanted every inch of him to merge with me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, to pull him deeper, but my cast forced my leg to stay still on the bed.

He was now my new client and I can't lose him to Reggie this time. Reggie got out with a sleepy face. He stood at his entrance staring at this body, which now had tons of mosquito bites. One could tell he wasn't used to places like this. Just then, Alexia walked right behind him and smiled like she was his wife. She was acting so shameless. She didn't even care about my feelings. "Bella!" Reggie and Brown called at the same time. I heard and walked far from them. My heart was too hurt to listen to some pointless argument!

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Katniss This time, Giselle and I didn’t go back to the villa or my apartment after the ceremony. Rather, we got to the palatial house of Mr. Corleone who was a very influential and wealthy man. The opulence of the surroundings intimidated me as if I were a bird confined in a cage of gold. This mansion, which we were to spend our first night as “husband and wife” was as quiet as the grave, the only sound being the wind blowing outside.