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5 million to this account by Friday 23:59 or this goes to every business contact, every news outlet, every society page in New York. Victor hesitated for half a second, then he clicked play connecting the video to the projector. The footage filled the wall. It was a hotel suite and there was a blonde woman, maybe in her late twenties, full hips, heavy breasts, bent over the foot of the bed. Black dress shoved up to her waist, red thong dragged down her thighs.

"Gentlemen, this is our premium offering. Jenna Carter. Twenty-eight years old. Undamaged. Connected to Colt Richardson of the Devil's Reign MC, which adds considerable value." The men studied me like livestock. One stood—tall, scarred, with dead eyes. "I want a closer look." "Of course, Mr. Konstantin." Viper gestured. "But no touching during preview. That privilege comes after purchase." Konstantin circled me slowly. "She has fire. I like fire. It makes breaking them more satisfying." I met his eyes. "If you touch me, I will kill you." He laughed. "See? Perfect. I will start the bidding at one hundred thousand."

“Take off your shoes and get comfortable. We’re starting your discipline tonight.” My voice came out shaky. “What… what kind of discipline?” He leaned down slightly, his deep voice right next to my ear. “The kind that bad girls like you secretly crave.”

We spent the day upgrading. First, the cards. Mom had a design program on her laptop. We created elegant but filthy business cards—matte black with gold lettering. On the front: Ebony Elite Pleasures – Discreet & Unforgettable. A simple silhouette of two curvaceous women. On the back, our anonymous contact info, rates (high), and a tagline: Let us worship your success… and drain every drop. We printed a thick stack on premium cardstock at a local shop, giggling like schoolgirls in the car on the way home.

“Do you want me to kick your balls right now?!” Park immediately grinned shamelessly. “You can’t,” he teased while wiggling his brows. “Then I won’t be able to make you happy tonight.” Pete looked horrified. “You seriously have no shame.” “Of course not,” Park proudly replied. “You should take good care of my dick and balls, baby. Those are precious assets.” “Disgusting,” Ethan hissed while glaring at his brother in complete disappointment. Meanwhile, Pete looked seconds away from committing murder while Park only laughed comfortably from the couch. ****😏😊😏****

Warning! Warning!! Warning!!! This book is rated 18+ and there are a lot of sexual content and a lot of violence and hate that might trigger and make some readers uncomfortable reading this. Read at your Risk and No Insult please! Be nice. The Lycan Twins Abused Mate.

Chris waited for Courtney to sit first and he sat after her. “This place is indeed beautiful” she said to Chris with a broad smile on her face. Chris said in a happy tone. “I’m happy you like it babe. I chose this place specially for you”. While they were still talking, she heard someone singing a birthday song from her back and when she turned around, she saw someone holding a birthday cake with her name on it. Soon, she heard musical instruments play and a huge crowd followed joining in singing of the birthday song. They all held balloons, of different colors and gift cards.

Kate said, rolling on the bed to face Isaac. "Hmm? Do you know what that means?" Isaac asked. "Yes. Be my boyfriend," Kate said tiredly. "Your boyfriend? I don't do such. I don't do Relationships," Isaac said. "Huh, what do you do then?" Kate asked, sitting up on the bed while covering herself up with the duvet. "BDSM. Will you be submissive to me? I can pay you. You'll get anything you want," Isaac inquired. Kate's mouth opened slightly.

The girl that entered with him, told her. "Go to hell." "Excuse me?" Anger took over her and I could've sworn I saw red eyes. Could they be? I mean we live in a world where is possible. Look at my family, all vampires. And even witches and warlocks. "Bye, big bro." She gave him a hug, he hugged her back. I didn't realized I was staring, until I caught his gaze on me. I immediately cover my face with the book I was reading. I could hear him chuckling.

Kalden wheezed, gasping for breath as he dropped himself into the soft, gold comforter of my king-sized bed. ”Duke’s here Merchling, with that insipid gods-reject of a woman he calls his wife. Who the fuck names their daughter Bartholomew? A SICK, depraved fuck Hector, that's who!” Kalden announced heatedly, groaning at the last part so that I couldn’t help the knowing smile that lifted my cheekbones.