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Even though his eyes were fixed on the Arena, his gaze seemed flat. A woman stood in the middle of a closed cage surrounded by bold red iron bars. The woman’s body looks limp, with her hands and feet tied to a pole in the middle of the cell. She covered only with a bra and G-string. Thousands of men surround the cage with a lecherous stare, their lustful eyes glued to her nakedness.

The image of Ameera's devastated expression and Veronica's fearful eyes fueled the inferno within him. Haider stormed outside the room, his fury reaching new heights. The weight of his anger bore down upon his shoulders, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. Every step resonated with an unyielding determination, as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path.

Samantha's POV The woman is petite but curvaceous. I can see it even as she's bent over. She isn't entirely naked because her shirt is bunched up to her shoulders and a red collar is wrapped around her slender throat, but other than that, she is naked. She is bent over and her ass is pressed against the bars of the cage she is locked in, her fingers gripping the bars in front of her for purchase. The vertical lines are probably leaving lines on her ass with how hard she presses against it. Her large tits sway each time the man behind her slams his hips against her ass from outside the cage, the sounds coming out of their mouths more animalistic than human.

He relays in a primal growl, eyes greedily feasting on her brutalized nude form. Her gaze widens. "No! I-I can't take anymore! No more!!" She tries scrambling away. "I'll-I'll pass out!" "I don't give a fūck!" He snarls as he leaps on to her effortlessly, caging her under his weight. "I'm making you cūm whether you like it or not!"

Then he motioned for the no-furs to join him at the head of the bed, where the three of them were quickly tangled together in mutual pleasure. Rolling onto his back, Agent guided one of the beautiful dark-skinned no-furs to straddle him. He kept stroking and kissing the other one while his cock was ridden hard. The no-fur on top of him was about to start his heat, so his seeding pocket was sensitive and hungry to be used. Agent couldn't hold back his own sounds of pleasure as his cock was squeezed and stroked. He could feel the eyes of the guards on them, unable to resist the forbidden sight nor the sweet scent of no-furs fucking each other. The punished tom was struggling not to look, but h

Later that night, Cage helped cheer her up. "Baby, I know you're upset over what your mom did. So let me help you feel better." Cage grinned. By the time they got to the bed, he had most of her clothes off, and he was only in his boxers. He pulled a condom out of his pants pocket and laid it on the bedside table. The rest of their clothes went off, and then they were naked on the bed. He kissed down her neck to her breasts, then pressed her thighs open further before his mouth moved onto her pussy. He licked and sucked, then nips and moans into her.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

She stammered, averting her eyes, clenching her canvas and hiding behind it, “They’re going to be…na—naked?” Cattleya smirked, seeing her getting so flustered. She looked so adorable. “Haven’t you painted nude models before?” She baffled, “It wasn’t like… like that!” She seductively asked, “Mmh… Like what?” She let out a frustrated cry, “It wasn’t so damn erotic!”

The image of another boy tanned, stupid, and funny offering her the sun of Greece, making her laugh with that free laughter she had stifled for me in the dark… It’s unbearable. My hands behind my back clench until the knuckles whiten. I want to walk through the wall, to shatter this perfect and false scene. It would be… liberating, don’t you think? Liberating. The word echoes. Did she feel imprisoned? By me? By the suffocating tension between us? And now she’s planning her liberation with an idiot on a noisy motorcycle? The rage rising in me is black, corrosive. This isn’t the professional anger of a bodyguard whose charge is taking risks. This is the primitive, possessive fury of a man who

Noah narrowed his eyes and doubted Casey's gesture a bit, and then he tried to figure out why she was so mad about it. “Don't speak about Bella in front of me. She is dirt. I want to see how long will Satan save her. Someday or the other she will surely fall into my hands and I will tear her limbs and feed them to hawks,” Casey thundered, going to the window that was shut for curbing the sunlight to enter until she opened them for her anger to be quelled by the cold breeze. “How dare you!” gritting her teeth, Noah gawped. With an inhuman speed, Noah got off the bed, and went straight toward Casey, grabbed her by the neck, he threw her against the wall.