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But he only smirked at me. His hand rubbed my thigh again, fingers brushing my underwear. He slipped under the waistband, trailing along my skin. I tried to keep my face composed, pretending everything was normal while Damon tortured me under the table. Then—clatter—Scott’s spoon hit the floor with a noisy crash. “Oops! Silly me,” she said, bowing to pick it up. I took the opportunity to pull Damon’s hand away again. But he wouldn’t let go. “What…!”

"I want to go on top." Happy to oblige, Damon laid back and helped Scar on top of him. She positioned her thighs on either side of his hips, and she lowered herself down onto his cock. He speared her, and she threw her head back in a throaty moan, revealing the column of her throat as she sank down onto him fully. She took his full, thick length easily after months of training her for his size, and now Scar rode his cock eagerly, grinding her hips against against him.

The rhythm of the tango grew faster, shifting from a slow dance into a wild Latin beat. Damian and Scarlett spun through the center of the lounge, bodies pressed close, her short skirt lifting higher with every turn. She was the only she-wolf after six Unclaimed Moons who had broken the rules and still earned a second appearance. If I was cool water, Scarlett was liquor, the fire burning through his blood and tempting him toward the edge. The music stopped abruptly. They looked at each other, breathless, then burst into laughter.

, he then gestured me to follow him and said "come along.” He stepped outside with me beside him. The air was cooler now. The sun was going down. As we walked, Cobra pointed at a man sitting near a log with a guitar resting on his lap. “That’s Scorpion,” he said quietly. “The burn scar on his face was from a car accident years back. He used to play in shows although he was not famous, but he tried.” Scorpion noticed us looking and gave a shy wave. His scar ran across his cheek like melted wax. He smiled anyway.

Circe cried out in pain this time and it squeezed out my heart with misery. "Screw it!" Hecate screamed. "No! Wait!" I roared but it was too late. She ran into the room. "Come at me! I'm here!" Hecate yelled. "No! Hecate! Get out of here!" I screamed and ran into the room. It was at this point that the demon flowed out of Circe and stood before us in all its glory. Then it roared at us and we cringed at the sound. "Shit! Run Hecate, Run!" I yelled.

They are lucky I wasn't wearing my heels today. I tried to control my grin when I saw small peepee guy's crooked nose. Scar looked at me confused and I mouthed to her who the second dick was. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in", Crusty clapped his hands once, and what looked like a smirk appeared on his face making me roll my eyes. " More like you fucking chased us, but ok", Scar shrugged her shoulders making me grin widely. Crusty and small both clenched their jaws, the smirks vanishing off their faces.

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

“Sir, the opening bid is strictly fixed at ten-” “I know exactly what the opening bid is, lady,” Anthony Scarfo barks, erupting into a loud, mocking laugh that echoes off the gilded ceiling. He gestures carelessly toward the screen. “But that rusty piece of garbage metal isn't worth a dime of that. But hey, since it’s a charity event, I’ll be generous and offer you a hundred bucks for the scrap.”

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

Jake, a course mate of mine, said, cutting my trail of thoughts and also catching the attention of everyone, as I continued to scroll through my phone. “Yeah, I heard it was Sasha brie,” Mason scoffed, his eyes full of disbelief, as he leaned back in his chair, “Didn't think such a virgin girl had it in her though, and after all her act of being holy and waiting for the right one, I knew I should have banged her up when I had the chance.” “As if you ever had a chance Mason,” Jake shot back with a grin, “We all know she never looked at your sight, not even once, the girl was all on Mr handsome over here,” Jake said, with a wide grin as their sight was now directed towards me.