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The vibrator came in next, thrusting quickly inside my body as his hands cupped both breasts, taking each nipple into his warm mouth. “Hmm….” He moaned, sending vibrations through my breasts to my body as I screamed. “Yes… scream.” He whispered again, using the whip on my pussy as tears began rolling down my cheeks. “Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck…fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” My screams made him go feral and in one swift movement,he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy,not relenting one bit. He increased his thrusts as my screams grew louder and louder. His whip landed on my stomach,my breasts, leaving trails of dark red marks as they landed.

My eyes water, but my pussy leaks more. I’m bent over, stuffed in both holes, clamps tugging at my pussy, red marks already blooming on my skin. He picks up something different—a thin rod with a small wheel of metal spikes at the end. He rolls it up the back of my thigh. The tiny spikes prick my skin in a line of stinging bites. He does the same on the other thigh, then across my ass cheeks. The sensation is constant, like hundreds of tiny needles dancing on me. It hurts, but it also sends sparks to my clit. I moan and raise my ass higher.

Eros I pace across the basement beneath a recording studio we own on the south side of the city, snarling like a tiger. Hector Constantinou hangs by his wrists from a reinforced steel pipe, blood dripping from his beaten and mangled face, his shirtless torso turning purple from the bruises blotting his flesh. My muscles ache. My fists burn from where the flesh was scraped off, smashing Hector's ugly face over and over. I've been working him for the last hour, ignoring his pleas to stop, ignoring everything but his pain.

Everything in front of my eyes turned black as I lost my vision of horror. “You betrayed your family just as your mother did.” My brain screamed at me. A cruel laugh tinkled in my ears. The ugly noise of the laugh was excruciating. I covered my ears with both of my hands to block the buzzing sound that was getting louder, shut my eyes closed tightly, tears fell on my cheeks, and my body started trembling painfully.

She could smell the copper tang of blood mixed with that dark, expensive cologne and the faint burn of whiskey still clinging to him. Her hands flew up instinctively, shoving at his chest. It was like pushing granite. Lorenzo caught both her wrists in one massive hand and pinned them above her head against the headboard. The position arched her back, forced her breasts up against the thin dress, her nipples traitorously tight beneath the fabric. “Look at me,” he ordered softly. She squeezed her eyes shut instead. His free hand slid down, slow and unhurried—over her neck , trailing down to the top of her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath.

I bet he was the one being auctioned yet his aura still gave off dominance despite his hands being handcuffed. “We’re just on time. That’s him,” Kyle whispered. Huh? Putting aside the fact that he was tall and physically fit, he was not as scary as I expected him to be. Was it just me stereotyping? I mean… Since Kyle mentioned that Xavier Hawthorn was a mercenary, I expected that he would scare me the first time I set my eyes on him.

I said, following closely behind him as he rose from the chair. “We’ll see who ends up worse off,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Tell me!” I grabbed his shirt, turning him around to face me. “I put you inside bed, and lots of things happened,” he whispered softly in my ear. My eyes went wide open as he spoke. I snapped, pushing him backward. “You didn’t touch me! That’s what a psychopath would do. You are more twisted, Nick Leister.” “Hmmm, am I?”

****** The White car drove slowly down the road. the trees waved about in the intense wind accompanied by the rain. There wasn’t a lot of cars on the road, just a car and two other trailing behind from a distance. The black Bentley seemed oblivious of the car that trailed behind him. the slow music that filled his car, his eyes looked lost in memories. The car took a sharp turn to the left and drove into the Grave yard. the rain hammered heavily on his car as he drove to a stop. Picked up his black umbrella from the back before opening the door and stepping into the rain under the cover of his umbrella.

“I would love to stay, but my Mate is unwell. A bastard messed with her.” Again Ares advanced towards him, but Dante was rapid to move out of the but he got pricked with a syringe instead. Dante turned to see the source of his pain, and there stood Bryant Bryce, the Alpha of Dark Pack. From the dizziness Dante was fighting, he had injected him with silver mixed with wolfsbane. Dante began to cough. “I knew you were too much of a pussy to be working alone. I never knew that you would join with the weak ones just to take what's not yours. Bryant, you took your opportunity well.”

I explained and he smiled as he pats my head and messed up my hair. “Hey stop it I am not a kid” I complained. “But you are” What? “Stop messing around and answer my question Stryker” his forehead creased hearing his last name. “If I won’t miss Montromey” ops. “It is Denyxsa not Montromey” his face is priceless. “Denyxsa?” He sounded like he knows the name. “Yeah” “Blood Moon pack” he uttered. “You know that pack?” He only stared at me.