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Jeez, I was throbbing, imagining him shoving those fingers inside me right now, curling them while he watched me fall apart. But I shoved his hand away, stepping back even as my body screamed for more. “Touch me again without permission and I’ll make you regret it,” I spat, even though my nipples were aching and my legs felt weak. Alessandro chuckled, before walking back to his seat like he hadn’t just set my whole body on fire. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, then one for me, sliding it across the table. “Drink. Sit. We have things to discuss about how this is going to work.”

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

I think I always have. WHAT ARE Y'ALL THOUGHT ON THIS CHAPTER? I AM NOT THE BEST WITH SPICY CHAPTERS SO BARE WITH ME AND I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A BIT SLOW FOR A LONG TIME BUT TRSUT ME IT GETS BETTER, JUST STICK AROUND TILL THE END. XOXO---WREN

I had really fucked up, because even as I chided myself for the incident, my mind just couldn’t stop replaying the goddamned scene; How good his lips had felt against mine, How our kiss started out sweet and passionate, and then ended in a frenzied battle of tongues and dominion, passionate, hard and fast, How I fucking wanted more. I brushed the thoughts aside and gave myself a moment to appear calm and collected, and then I went out to get Sloane over to my office. Not being one to beat about the bush, I dove straight into the matter when she was seated. “Look Sloane, I apologise for the unpleasant sight that met your eyes when you came in-“

This is an NSFW ( Not Safe for Work ) Chapter. Read it at your own risk. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ NOTE: So I have gotten a LOT of messages asking what happened in the bathroom after the end of "Special Chapter: Tyler NSFW". I am 100% sure all of you could predict what had caused them to nearly got to dinner late but you just want to have another NSFW chapter :"D So for all you who have sent me a DM on Twitter/Instagram, this one is for you!

CHAPTER 83 SPICE-UP WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

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The pack healed in Chapter 23, Lila's Mist soothing wounds, her sapphire eyes tearful but resolute, emotions of relief mingling with grief. Kael's confession deepened in Chapter 24, his past cult ties fully revealed, dimming his tattoo as Alya confronted him, Ember snarling, but love prevailing in forgiveness. Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth.

SAIGE POV A/N: TRIGGER WARNING!!!! This chapter contains very disturbing scenes of sexual assault. Please be advised before reading. IF you are uncomfortable with these types of scenes, please skip to the next chapter. You have been warned. ~~~~~ My mom and the creep were finally quiet so I could try to sleep, but sleep never came. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours and all I could think about was that kiss I shared with Collin. I never think too much about the guys I kiss or sleep with. They were usually a spur-of-the-moment thing that kept me occupied from my miserable life.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.