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“What do you want Chloe “I asked, trying to be aggressive but my mind still replayed the scene of our crazy little secret in full colour. “What do I want? That's absurd,”she said, her countenance falling. “Maybe you're the one sounding absurd and clingy and annoyingly rubbing off your dirty attitude on me” “You loved yesterday Miss Ann, you can't deny that “ “I can't also deny the fact that I scrubbed all part of my body trying to wash off the taboo I did “ She looked at me. Coming closer. “Don't you dare come closer to me Chloe “ “I will and so long as you get to let doctor Manuel fuck your huge ass then I've got to suck on your pussy,tits, and every place that would make you squirm and scr

Chapter 3: The Library Trap POV: Chloe I checked my reflection in the restroom mirror for the tenth time. My hair was a perfect platinum curtain. My lipstick was a shade called ‘Siren Red’—bold, expensive, and a lie. My wrist felt naked without my Cartier bracelet, a constant, stinging reminder of the backseat of a rusted sedan. "You're fine," I whispered to the glass. "You're Chloe Montgomery. He's a ghost. Ghosts don't have voices."

God, I need to fuck somebody. I need to fuck my stepdaughter. I make a fist around my hard cock and bring my hand down tight to my balls. I just stare through the window, watching, giving in to the sickest possible fucking fantasy as I start stroking my shaft. I wish Anna bikini top would just fall off, so I can see her beautiful breasts... see her nipples... Chloe gets out of the pool and lunges towards Anna, who laughs. It looks like Chloe is threatening to tackle her if she doesn't stop singing, and Anna locks one smooth, muscular thigh as she braces herself against Chloe's approach.

“It comes free with fame.” My hands shake as I scroll. Anxiety clamps down hard, squeezing my lungs. The screen fills with naked bodies — posed, sprawled, teasing, explicit. Too many. Way too many. Just this week. My stomach flips violently. I swallow hard, fighting the burn climbing my throat. This isn’t just gross — it’s unsettling. So it’s not just Chloe. It’s an entire horny planet firing shots into his inbox. Each image slices a little deeper, splintering what’s already broken.

“Because for the first time in my life, I do not need anyone to save me.” Chloe let out a hysterical laugh, the flame of her mystical torch casting distorted shadows against the dungeon walls. Her eyes, once filled with the arrogance of an elite wolf, were bloodshot, consumed by a sickening envy as she saw the dignity with which I stood, even with my corset torn and my body marked by the adrenaline of Lawrence’s mating bond.

Silence. "Xa--Xavier?" My voice came out all weak and shaky, "Come on, It's not funny." "I'm so going to kill him if he jumps out of nowhere and scares me," I muttered under my breath angrily. "Boooo!" "Argghhh!" I shrieked in fear even though I knew it was him. He started to laugh uncontrollably and held his stomach while I folded my arms in front of me, waiting for him to stop laughing.

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

And they knew that whenever life brings a bad night, they’d fight through together, knowing that afterwards comes the dawn of a bright new day. At this juncture, I Chucka came back to reality.. The fantasies and hallucinations we're vague and untrue... Like I said, I brightened up my spectators. I'm coming back, stay tuned. Follow me on Instagram : @Joshyl_akor

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

But if there's one thing he still cares about, it's his obsessive disorder. Elio hates mess and dirt. It's sickly with him, and he has a holy horror of change. When I say "change," I include moving an object a few centimeters on a shelf. No one will notice except Elio. He really is a fucking mental case... and I know I'm in no position to talk about him like that. Cazzo. I see Elio staggering towards me. He's had more than enough to drink tonight. He's barefoot, and his white shirt is half-open. His beard is even shaggier than usual. Elio's usually neat appearance seems a distant memory.