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“Darling, come.” When I realized he was leaving my house, I pulled his arm. “Dalton, we need to talk.” “Look, Nia, you're a prude in the bedroom, so fucking boring. Your head game is lame, and he's never satisfied. Plus, the way your deformed ears twitch during sex is a super turn-off. He comes to me right after. Now let go of my man.” Brooke lowly ridiculed, still pulling at him. My wolf bristled at the disrespect. “That’s a lie.”

“I’m over here losing my mind, and the little stool is posting stories. Fuck this whole situation!” The video had obviously worked for her... “Brother, this isn’t working. I’m deleting them, but they’re working with backups. They’re uploading from other accounts with auto-bots.” “What the fuck are you talking about? What bots?! Is this some organized shit?” “Honestly, I think so! Someone is behind this. But I have a plan.” If someone was behind this, it could only be one person. I went to Night’s official page. The video was right there, front and center.

It was still inhaling as if he was enjoying what he was doing, that's how I wanted to enter my husband and I would massage him myself. Because of what I saw, I felt heat in my body. I felt like I was caught by something and suddenly my lower part was wet. I clutched my chest while biting my lip. I was staring at my husband's abs and his big pet that was still red at the tip. I couldn't bear to touch my womanhood anymore. I closed my eyes and moaned slightly because of what I did. But suddenly someone called my name.

“You really want the list? Because it starts with me kissing that smart mouth of yours until you forget how to argue, and it ends with you moaning my name so loud you lose your voice.” I refrain from mentioning the part where I fuck the thoughts of Cameron out of her, but god be damned, will I be tagged a fucking psycho for thinking of ways to rid my brother out of his best friend’s life? Yes. Do I care? Fuck no. Her cheeks flush, but she laughs—a bright, surprised sound that shoots straight to my cock. “What if I’m the one who makes you moan first?” Fuck. That does it.

I watched his wonderful figure walked away. I went into the ladies washroom to do my business before class. At the sink, I washed my hands and felt an unfriendly presence behind me. Brooke. "Are you messing around with my boyfriend?" she asked, eyes blazing and piercing through to my soul with her friends at her side as usual. "You're about to learn your first lesson, Africa's baboon! Beat her ass!" she commanded to her minions and they both latched onto me like bull sharks.

He coaxed at me, looking lustfully at my exposed swollen breast. I couldn’t shout or yell back but I cursed him in my head, a hundred times in one second. I know him to be very callous and unfeeling. Which person in his normal Senses would buy a human being and trap her in his house? “Open your legs… open it wide!” He whispered seductively into my burning ears, at the same time using his other hand to hold me tightly to the bed. “Never … you beast… let me gooooo please Craig… please…” I switched from snarling at him to begging at once, he parted my frail naked leg and without warning plunged deep into me.

"Release the 'Family Man' file." On the digital monitors, private, grainy images appeared. They showed Senator Hayes talking to the men who provided security for the trafficking routes. Then, the audio played: "My wife doesn't need to know where the contributions come from... If Forest becomes a problem, take care of it. Men disappear every day." The colour drained from Hayes’s face as his own security detail looked on in disgust. "That's AI! It’s a deepfake!" Hayes shouted.

His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

"What did you do to your pussy, babe? You taste like strawberries." He dove back in, driving his tongue deep. "It's this new gel, oh shit." Her eyes rolled back in her head as he licked into her. "You like it?" "Yes, is it safe?" He studied her pink dewiness as he spread her legs wider. "FDA approved." She joked tongue in cheek. Kyle was enjoying this new playful side to her. The fact that she'd gone commando was huge, but her using sexual enhancements was in a whole new ballpark.

“You think this is AI?” “What else would it be?” he replied with a careless shrug. “A deepfake. An edited video. Pick whichever term makes you feel better.” His expression hardened slightly. “But standing here and waving a fake video in my face? That's totally ridiculous darling.” He rubbed his temples slowly, “If you're going to come after me, Aurelia, at least make it convincing… Do you really consider me a fool or what to blackmail with a fake video?” For a moment, I was genuinely speechless.