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Lorraine backpedaled. “Bullshit,” I spat. The power charged in my aura, the energy frantic. It sent the hair on my men's arms upright as confusion spread around us, the crowd shrinking back. “Oh, they lost the sweet southern belle,” Wyatt growled next to me, his eyes flaring through the mask. Was he enjoying this as much as I was? The beast bristled under his skin. Beau snorted his eyes, a kaleidoscope of burning amber as he surveyed the scene.

"They think I'm using you. They think you're a victim. And if I stay and try to explain, it just makes the lie look like the truth." He shoved the door open for me. "Get in. Now." As he peeled out of the lot, I looked in the side mirror. Christian was standing at the entrance, wiping blood from his lip and smiling. And Anaya was already surrounded by a crowd, her mouth moving a mile a minute. By the time we reached the highway, the Mthland High's gossip app was already pinging: "KING ROLAND'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET: Is the grieving houseguest his new charity case… or his private plaything?"

scorching. Women were dancing and walking around naked while men were emptying their pockets... Some just kissed each other full on the lips while others made love... no, fucked on the chairs, the couches and even in the hallways. It was pure bestiality. Even though she saw this scene every weekend, she still felt uncomfortable in her thong. At first, she preferred to retreat to a quiet place so she wouldn't succumb to temptation. However, she wanted to know what it felt like to have sex, to fuck like crazy, to get plastered, to get high but... not like this! She had never known a man in her life and she had just turned 24, 3 months ago...

not like this. To Be Continued...

“You actually think the worst thing I could do is kill you?” I glare at him and allow my rage to build. It’s a warm rock inside my chest and it’s growing hotter. “I never thought you’d be into brown skin,” I taunt, his gut-wrenching tattoo completely forgotten. He laughs. It’s not a happy sound and it sends chills down my spine. “To me and my men,” he puts the emphasis on men and his smile disappears, “all pussy is pink where it counts.” Heat rises in my cheeks. Fucking asshole.

Antony was a rough grizzly bear, and the two men who worked for him looked like - what? Stereotype much, Kristin? "Sorry. That was very rude of me." She cast about for something innocuous to say. "If you're very hungry, you should try Danny's barbecue ribs and fries." "Think I will. Especially if they taste half as good as they smell."

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

I whispered. He didn't answer. He just kept moving, one painful step at a time, parting the stalks with his free hand like he'd memorized this route. A few minutes that felt like forever later, the stalks thinned — and there it was. His car. Black, dusty, hidden under the trees at the edge of the farm. “Are you sure you can drive?” I asked, already breathless. He nodded. But his breathing was wrong. Short. Uneven. Every inhale came with this faint, terrible whistle.