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Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

Black said. “No…Mr. Black! Don’t say that. That’s the greatest favor. I have everything that I want to have in my life. A beautiful girlfriend a son, a beautiful family and the business which is just enough for me. I can easily profit from that. I don’t think I lack anything. I have everything,” he said. I don’t know why but I felt so much proud when I heard that. It took me some seconds to realize if he was the same person whom I had met at first. He was obviously not the same person.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

Including the slow motion sex that actually tortured Sirius. "Hmmmm...aah...ah ah ah... Bubbaa..." Ashley's sexy voice sounded throughout the room. Sirius' lust was getting ignited. "Yeah baby, so tight." Sirius accelerated the tempo, making Ashley gasp even more, her plump and round breasts swaying too, making Sirius unable to stand it and immediately sucking the tops of those springy breasts.

“Are we going to be okay?” Damon Black stood by the bar, pouring two glasses of whiskey like the chaos outside was nothing. At thirty-four, the billionaire playboy looked every bit as dangerous as the tabloids said, tall, sharply dressed in a half-open white shirt, dark hair tousled, and a smirk that could ruin lives. “We’re fine, Bella,” he said smoothly, handing me a glass. “The captain knows what he’s doing. We’re just stuck out here for a while. Might as well enjoy it.”

Butt Majestically posed when he heard the call. 'So this one is what? A female?' Luis Park thought. With, that yell he can still differentiate a woman between a man. "God! Darkness! Please help me! I will do anything for you! Please..." The person in black beg. "Haha!" Butt laughed. "Butt stopped that!" Luis Park called. "I'm sorry, master." "M-master?" She called. Note: This person in black is a she. "Why are you running away from them?" He asked

I ask him my own question that's been bothering my mind. Killian stares at me, for the first time today, his eyes stare at me from my head to my toe. He doesn't even try to be subtle as he stares at my body. I shift my weight from one foot to another at his brooding stares. I've never felt this way before because a guy is staring at me. Well my boss is just not any other guy. He's Killian Black. An arrogant Billionaire who always gets what he wants. His stares make me conscious of myself and he's not looking away. I stare down at my blue crop top and black boyfriend jeans and white sneakers. My hair is in a ponytail, with little strands at the sides of my face.

What was she getting herself into? When she finally reached her apartment, she couldn’t resist. She opened her laptop and typed in Nathan Blackwood’s name. The search results flooded the screen, and her eyes widened as she began to read. Articles about his troubled past, his reputation as a seducer, his ruthless business tactics. She felt a knot form in her stomach, a mix of fear and fascination. “Who are you, Nathan Blackwood?” she whispered, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the keyboard. The more she read, the more she realized she was stepping into a world far more dangerous—and enticing—than she’d ever imagined.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. Sarah's eyes went wide. He was massive....fifteen inches easy, thick as her wrist, the kind of size that should be illegal. "Think you can handle it?" Mr. Blackwood asked, stroking himself slowly. "Yes, sir," Sarah whispered. "Good girl. Open your mouth." Sarah opened, and Mr. Blackwood pushed inside. The taste of him flooded her senses....masculine, dominant, overwhelming. He didn't give her time to adjust, just gripped her hair and started fucking her face with controlled thrusts.