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A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.

Chapter 2 Lena’s POV “What the hell do you mean by leverage?” I demanded, my voice cracking with fury as I glared up at Rafael. My heart hammered against my ribs and I could still feel the touch of his fingers on my cheek from earlier. My pussy was still slick from that stupid unwanted reaction, thighs sticky under my wrinkled skirt. I hated how my body kept betraying me around him, nipples tight and aching, a low throb pulsing between my legs every time he spoke.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

It sprang forth, hard and pulsing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kira stroked the veiny length, marveling at its size and heat. She guided the swollen head to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly along her slit, coating it in her juices. Jax groaned, his hips jerking forward as he sought entrance, desperate to bury himself in her welcoming heat.

I yelled with a loud voice as my needs were now getting more desperate and I found it just so hard to control my lust. “Ohhh my god… please,” I moaned desperately, my voice breaking with frustration and lust. Besides, I have always been the type of person who takes charge and gives commands and that even includes at the place I work at as a stripper…so the fact that Blake had been bluntly ignoring my request was getting me all frustrated and worked up. My frustration only made me wetter, my pussy gripping his fingers even tighter. Blake scoffed, pouring another mouthful of saliva into my pussy as he leaned in and licked the saliva which had swiftly mixed with my wet juices.

I panted, gripping the edge of the counter. He groaned against me and slapped my ass again. “So fucking sweet. You love having your chef on his knees, don’t you?” “I love it,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come again.” He sucked my clit harder, two fingers sliding back inside me. I came hard within a minute, moaning his name and shaking against his mouth. Marcus stood up, pressing his hard cock against my ass through his pants. “You come so pretty, Adrienne. I could do that all night.”

Silver nodded, lips curved in a restrained smile, and left. "What's your problem?" Miranda asked, mixing the rest of the drinks into her cup. He didn't reply; simply glanced towards the bathroom, watching Silver walk through the door, impatiently willing Nathan to walk out of it. Miranda took a swig of the demonic drink and hissed, slamming the glass on the table. "Now everything's awkward," she slurred, resting her elbow on the table, her finger circling the rim of her glass. "Babe, let's go home," Elena yawned, staring up at him. His eyes darted towards her. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, offering her a sip from his drink.

“Then beg, little librarian. Read the final line while you come on my tongue.” “‘And when her master allows it, she shatters beautifully for him…’” The orgasm exploded through me. I cried out sharply as my pussy clenched hard around his fingers, waves of intense pleasure crashing over me. My whole body shook on the ladder, the ink ropes holding me securely as I came undone. Slick coated his chin and fingers while the Codex’s pages glowed brighter, feeding on the released magic. Elias licked me through every tremor, gentling his touch only when the last spasm faded.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

“They’re tracing the wards.” My stomach twists. “She’s looking for weak spots,” I breathe. Mira shakes her head slowly, strands of hair slipping into her eyes. “No,” she says, the word so soft I almost miss it. “She’s looking for you.” At those words, the silver inside me stirs. Not the cold spike of fear I expect, but a deep, molten heat that pulses from my chest, spreading outward until my fingertips tingle. It’s as if something ancient and restless inside me has finally woken up.