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From someone who doesn’t give a damn about me. Ugh. I’m tired. That’s it. I’m done with whatever this is—whatever I’m feeling or craving. If I crave him so badly that I’ll take this kind of insult, then I’ll just force myself to uncrave him. (If that’s even a word.) I know, I know—you’ll say I’ve said this before and never follow through. But this time, just trust— "Are you listening to me, June?" Tobias’s voice cuts in, pulling me out of my spiral.

Aura's POV I woke up one morning with a hunger so sharp, so wild, I nearly cried. It wasn't just for food. It was deeper, more primal. My body ached for something I couldn't define, something only the growing life inside me seemed to understand. The cravings hit like waves. One minute I was fine, brushing my hair or wiping down a table at Molly’s Diner, and the next, I needed something—no, had to have it. Ice. Lemon peels. Spicy sausages dipped into honey. I never ate like this before. I barely even liked sweets, but suddenly I was mixing peanut butter with pickles at midnight.

But my instincts slowly took ahold of me as I smelt his blood fill the air. I licked my lips with anticipation, the savory smells invading my brain and any rational thoughts I had, left. As if I was being controlled, I felt myself rise from the chair I was sitting in and slowly walked around the table like a predator stalking it's pray. Drake sat still, his forearm resting on the table. My eyes trained on the blood that slowly seeped out of the wound, rivulets spilling on to the table as it dripped. For some bizarre reason I just wanted to taste it. It was a constant repeating thought in my head. Just lick it Aria, taste him. He offered it to you, so why not take advantage of this moment. I

“…little swan?” Heat rushes through me instantly, my fingers tighten around the box. Because this…this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. And exactly what I wanted at the same time. My lips part, but no words came out, because I already know I’m not going to say no. My heart's doing a crazy drum solo against my ribs, a mix of excitement and pure nerves. It feels like I'm about to step onto a super thin tightrope, with a massive drop below. But honestly, the urge is just too much to fight, that craving is too powerful. My breath catches as he leans in, his eyes locked on mine, and in that instant, everything else just disappears. It’s just this, this intense, electric feeling.

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

If someone had told me a day would come when my own stepson would treat me like this, I would have called the person insane. Yet here I stood, trembling at the mercy of my stepson, craving nothing more than a thick cock to ravage my aching pussy. The sudden slap of his cock against my cheek snapped me back from my thoughts. My lashes fluttered rapidly. “Make that mouth useful.” His cock pointed directly at my face, and somehow the degrading scene ignited a wild desire within me. This felt strange because I had never truly craved domination before. My lips parted. The tip of his cock slid into my mouth, drawing a soft hum from me as I rolled my tongue over it.

“He wants to be bred.” I let out a broken, high-pitched moan. My cock jerked again—untouched—sending another spill of cum out, weaker but just as humiliating. My muscles burned, legs trembled, throat raw from screaming. My hole was stretched to destruction, stuffed full by both demons, slick with sweat, spit, and cum. And still… I craved it. I whispered, “Don’t stop…” Lust laughed, cold and cruel. “Did you hear that?” “Begging for more after two loads,” Wrath growled. “You’re ruined.”

Chapter 145 Avia's POV My back pressed against the doorframe, the wood digging into my spine as I stared at the pot on the fire The steam curled up, carrying the faint scent of chicken and vegetables filled the entire air. My stomach twisted with both hunger and nerves. I had spent the afternoon scrolling through YouTube recipes, desperate to find something anything I could stomach these days. This one had looked promising. Yeah, I was pregnant. And with that came cravings that hit out of nowhere, like storms I couldn’t control. I prayed this meal wouldn’t betray me.

The musky and masculine scent of them filled my senses, making my mouth water. I started with Marcus, wrapping my lips around his thick head and taking him deep into my throat in one smooth, practiced motion. I relaxed my jaw and pushed further until my nose pressed firmly against his pelvis, my throat convulsing and fluttering around his impressive thickness. Saliva immediately began to drip down my chin in messy strings as I held him there, breathing through my nose and savoring the heavy, pulsing weight on my tongue. “Fuck, look at her,” Damien groaned, slowly stroking his own cock inches from my face. “Such a greedy little throat slut. Taking him so deep like it’s nothing.”

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire. —Edgar Allan poe DARIUS Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years. “Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.