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Shakti's voice cracked, and Porishma listened carefully. "He was behaving like Mr. Grey," Shakti said and resumed preparing midnight snacks for everyone. "Huh? Davis?" Porishma was confused by the mention of Davis. Shakti giggled at her reaction. "No, not Davis Grey. I was talking about Christian Grey from *Fifty Shades of Grey*. That Mr. Grey, not yours," Shakti said and blushed darkly, and Porishma laughed at her red face. **After having midnight snacks:** "I'll sleep with Daddy," Ansh said happily, and Rudra looked at Davis, who was sulking.

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

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But why does it hurt? The reception ends and Anthony leads me out of the building, a wave of flower petals covering us as well as the flashes of the camera. I try my best to smile through the entire thing but I feel myself getting dizzy with the amount of flashes and hurry to get to the car that is waiting. I successfully got myself into the car and crawled all the way to the left side of the car, where Anthony would never dare to sit. I close my eyes and start to calm myself down, remembering why I hate the papparazzi. Anthony sits in the car and slams the door shut, “Get us home, pronto. My wife and I have things to do.”

Lila My head's a stupid mess. And not even my favourite novel, Bared to you opened right in front of me helps me out. I'm fucked. Totally. Completely. I squeeze my thighs tighter as I feel the build up of pressure growing worse. It's driving me insane. Just from the thought of one man. Professor Karl. As I read Eva and Gideon's fucking scene, he is all I can think of. Fucking me silly till I can't stand. I let out a moan from the dirty thoughts, slapping my mouth shut almost immediately. A calming breath falls off my lips when I realise I'm the only one in this section. And probably alone in the entire library. It's almost midnight and only a nerd like me stays in the library to live her dir

I gritted my teeth… I will kill my sperm donor myself, and then fucking ease Nathaniel Lockwood from this earth myself. "You think you have a choice?" Grey laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed off the damp walls. He let go of my jaw, shoving my head back against the metal pipe. I gasped, the impact rattling my brain and sending a fresh wave of agony down my spine. "Look at you," Grey spat, pacing slowly around me. "A Carrington. The star athlete of this family. And you allowed yourself to be ruined because you couldn't control your disgusting, twisted urges."

The anchor that keeps three broken men from drifting too far out to sea. So hearing Gray dismiss Ashley like she's nothing to him? That pisses me off. The guy was ready to ride into the sunset with Christine—an ice-cold, calculating bitch who damn near destroyed him—and now, because she burned him, he thinks it's okay to treat Ashley like shit.

Her chest rose and fell with hungry little pants, her blue eyes daring me to keep quiet when all I wanted to do was groan out loud. “You taste even better than I thought,” she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. Then, without a pause, she stood, her back pressing against the bookshelf, her skirt bunched in her fists. And then she lifted it. My breath caught. No panties. Just bare, glistening skin. Her pussy was wet already, shining under the dim library light, her thighs trembling slightly as she spread them for me, bold and reckless. My eyes drank in the sight, my cock twitching painfully hard again at the way her ass pressed back against the wooden shelf, the small sound of her skirt

"And a cool-headed man doesn't run an illegal casino with a friend who is telling him to sell drugs and arms." "So true. There is more to him than the eye meets and I hope I clock who he really is soon enough." "And his wife? What is she like?" I remembered all that I said to her and I sighed. Ah, I must have hurt her so much with my words, but of course, I can't let any woman add to my problems right now. I have enough on my plate and the last thing I want is to let any lady make me sad or think. "The Wife is a work of mystery. She is pretty and has a crazy body.."