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The Club had used the chaos to pull me back in. Now I was being sent to their most exclusive and feared facility: The Pleasure Prison, a private island resort disguised as a high-security rehabilitation center for the ultra-wealthy. In reality, it was a luxurious prison where the Club’s most valuable toys were kept, trained, and broken under the guise of “therapy.” Two guards in black uniforms met me on the tarmac. They didn’t speak as they removed my coat, leaving me completely naked except for the collar. The cool island breeze brushed against my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly.

"Who. And I think Dallas may be right. By the time we're finished tomorrow, you'll be primed for the next level of the pleasure principle." She yawned. "Just what is the pleasure principle?" "Striving to constantly attain the highest level of pleasure possible. And that's what we've got in store for you, princess. Meanwhile, close your eyes and get some sleep." As she drifted off Tracie's last thought was how lucky she was the day Pete Montgomery had turned out to be her new boss.

The invitation card was summited before entry. “Your card please.” One of the bouncers requested for at the entrance. Mr. Oscar handed it over and after the bouncer examined the card, he let them go in. For business men like Mr. Oscar, parties like this wasn't just for the entertainment or fun, it was a means for business too. To meet more clients and investors. Mr. Oscar wasn't the only one with that alternative.

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian The Rival 6 The weeks at the office blurred into a treacherous, intoxicating rhythma precarious tightrope walk between pristine corporate professionalism and absolute, illicit surrender. By day, I was the picture of competence: tracking accounts, organizing executive calendars, and managing Leo’s chaotic schedule. By nightand often during brief, stolen moments behind the heavy mahogany doors of his private officethe boundaries eroded entirely.

I asked, pulling the sheet tighter. He smiled faintly. “Habit.” “Or avoidance?” That earned a low chuckle. “You think too much.” “Maybe you don’t think enough.” He crossed the room, stopping at the edge of the bed. “Last night shouldn’t have happened.” I forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow. “You’re regretting it already?” His eyes softened. “No. I’m trying not to.” He sat beside me, fingers brushing mine — a touch that burned even through the cool morning air. “You should know,” he said quietly, “I don’t mix business and pleasure. It never ends well.”

Once both Dean and Holden have taken their places, and both have a steady hold on me, they begin hard strong thrusts inside me. I scream! If that isn't pleasure, I don't know what is! Quickening their pace, they slam deep inside me at record paces, both keeping in rhythm with each other; as Dean slams in, Holden eases out, and again and again. I can't even comprehend or explain the pleasure I'm dealing with right now. Not once have I experienced double penetration but god I want it again and again! I slowly feel that pleasurable feeling build again! I can't handle it; for the first time, I worry about how I will handle it. Will I cope? Will I pass out?

Each spank made me do more and twerk on his dick. Then he stood, lifting me against him with his dick still buried in my wet heat. Then he cradled the globes of my hips while I placed my hands on his shoulders. And so, he began fucking up into my voracious cunt. My salacious, shameless scatterbrained moans rented his office, accompanied by the sound of intense wet smacking, my nipples rubbing against his chest, the friction adding more to the already overwhelming pleasure. ... He told me yesterday that we’d be taking a private jet to the next country for a function. I would be accompanying him there as his partner. And as his chosen partner, it would be improper for me to show up there in un

He replied, gesturing to the empty seat in his office. "You seem busy," I noted. "I could go and maybe check on you later." He shook his head. "No, I'm good with you right here with me." Something has changed about Emmett. He suddenly looks happier. Younger, charming and inviting and sexy and edible and... oh my god! What the hell is my brain doing? "So what are you doing?" He scrubbed his forehead gently. "Towns business. Nothing extraordinary." He replied. "You remember what we talked about yesterday?" He asked, turning serious.

He didn’t know what was inside except it contained ten percent of the Davidson's assets that she’d somehow acquired, as she’d informed him earlier that day. Slowly, he pulled it closer and flipped it open to see it was a draft business contract that had been signed. Slowly, his gaze traveled through the page as he read the document. It stated that Benjamin Davidson was giving off ten percent of the Davidson’s assets to a third party corporation known as DLC. At first, he’d been confused thinking it didn’t make sense as the original company’s name was DCL Inc. but then studying it further, he understood it.

“Quiet ones. And wake Dima up again. We’re going on a trip.” “Business or pleasure?” Dima’s dry voice came back. “Neither,” Kael said. “Hunt.”