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That was what made her dangerous. She took a slow breath before answering, her voice calm but firm. “Because it isn’t mine. I don’t sell myself, Mr. Blackwood. What happened that night wasn’t a transaction. I was heartbroken. I was drunk. I made a mistake. But I wasn’t for sale. And I refuse to let anyone put a price on my dignity.”

After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again. Callan rolled onto his back, reaching out his big hands to grab my waist and pulling me up on top of him. "Get on top," he told me, his dark blue eyes looking right into mine. I didn't wait. I climbed over his legs, sitting right on his hips. I leaned down and licked his big chest, tasting his salty sweat and running my tongue all over his hard muscles. I grabbed his big, hard dick with my hand, holding it straight up. Slowly, I pushed my hips down, sliding his thick cock deep back inside my wet pussy.

Grace’s fingers opened in a violent shiver, the black fountain pen slipping from her hand and rolling across the smoked glass table with a hollow, echoing click. Her breath hitched as Elias leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear, his warm breath fanning across her neck and sending an intense wave of goosebumps rippling down her spine. "I don't need a legal clause to touch you, Juliet," Elias murmured against her skin, his deep voice vibrating directly into her pounding pulse point. "I own the walls you sleep inside. I own the legacy you spent your entire life protecting. And the moment your pen touches that signature line, I own every single

He began rattling off my routine as he swiped his access card through the glowing scanners while I listened. I sat back in my chair, finally alone after Leo left, but the peace didn't last. The door opened and Lena walked in—the blonde I’d had in my bed just recently. I had fucked her so hard, my body moving with a violence I couldn't control, but I never reached the end. I couldn't cum. Not with Elira’s eyes on me. "This is the file you requested, Mr. Blackthorne," she said, her voice dropping as she leaned over the desk.

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"Relax." I hadn't even noticed that I was so tense, my body aching for release. I smiled, and rolled to the side, trying to keep him within me. He followed, managing to maintain our connection. I smiled. I never wanted us to be apart. I lay beneath him, and again he rocked against me. The shaft of his cock rubbed against my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm. I reached up, grabbing his headboard, as he began to lick my nipple. The sensations combined, and I could feel the fire within me sparking up again. As I looked up, I saw lust in his eyes. His motions became more forceful, his need driving him now. I could feel my own fire spread to his body, and his own fire about to engulf him.

I struggled to choose what book to read to him, since it occurred to me, belatedly, that I have no idea what my Master reads for pleasure. I try to choose something classic instead, something appropriate; but ´Wuthering Heights´, with Cathy, Heathcliff and Edgar, and their doomed love triangle, isn´t right. Neither is ´Gone with the Wind´, with Scarlett, Rhett and Ashley. ´Pride and Prejudice´, ´Jane Eyre´, ´Anna Karenina´, all dwell on the failure of three lovers to make their situation work. In the end, I choose something very different, ´Time Enough for Love´, an old 1970´s Sci-fi novel, in which the characters make their polyamorous family work.

I didn't read it, but apparently, Infidelity's profile was extremely thorough. The black dress I had sent over from Saks was beaded, short, and dipped in the front and back. She couldn't wear a bra, and I left explicit instructions for her not to wear anything else. The shoes were black with high heels and reminded me of the ones she'd displayed on the dashboard of the Boxster. I was fucking getting hard thinking about it. In the matching handbag was five hundred dollars in cash. It wasn't as if she'd need to pay for anything. It was simply a reminder that I paid for her—she was mine. I would most definitely be fucking her tight pussy, but first I would fuck her mind.

We were alone in the dark, surrounded by the grey wall of the storm. Dominic didn't wait. He walked up behind me and pulled the silk robe off my shoulders. It fell to the floor like a ghost. He pressed his hot, hard body against my back. The contrast between the cold wind and his burning skin made me let out a long, shaky moan. "Do you hear that, Bella?" he hissed into my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe. "The rain is our cover. Out here, there are no rules. No teachers. No business partners. Just a man and a woman in the dark."

“All of you. The parts that scare everyone else too.” Raphael lifted me effortlessly, laying me back on his massive bed. His hands explored—rough palms sliding over my breasts, teasing nipples until I arched into him with a moan. “You’re going to ruin me, Piper,” he said, voice dark with lust as he kissed down my stomach. “But I’ll gladly burn for this.”