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… Soon, the dorm room's group chat began buzzing. I clicked in to read the messages. There was a photo of Theo leaning against my sports car, which Miranda scratched up. He was dressed in a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked incredibly handsome yet languid. Miranda was beside herself with excitement. "Do you think he's my hot boyfriend? He didn't even demand compensation after I scratched up his car. It has to be him! Who knew my Prince Charming was so close all along? He's so sweet that he must be reluctant to make me pay compensation. He wants to help me save up. What should I do? Gosh, my heart is racing."

Felicia sneaked inside after stepping outside and entering the code at the gate. The living room had bright, nearly blinding lights. Max was sitting on the couch, his entire body exuding this icy, distant aura. Pressure. She approached, attempting to maintain a steady gait. She said, "What do you want?" Max slid a document across the coffee table rather than responding. "Sign this. Felicia felt her chest constrict. After taking a long breath and curling her fingers into her palms, she sat down across from him. Her heart pounded as she picked up the contract.

Stay seeing to knowing more. V1"...Eh.. Good enough. " ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter are deleted scenes from this chapter. They aren't important to the storyline but kinda a waste of deleting it since I put a lot of effort into writing it. There are like 2.4K words and would be expensive to read. So I'll leave that up to you. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

So you was undressing me in your daydream umm you want my body on you that bad he tease then walk over to me. He then sat beside me lucky from where we sit you can't see my body below only the top part body. Allen than move closer as if we was having a discussion he than put his hand under my dress began fingering me. He than said in a sexy tone don't make a sound they will hear you. How in the hell I suppose to suppress my moaning omg I said to myself as he went deep and deeper in my core.

( Hello, this is a trigger warning. As you progress this book, there are some occurrences that are considered grotesque and unpleasant. I'm talking about Abuse and violent scenes. So I strongly suggest that if you can't handle it, you skip this one out. Thank you and God bless. This chapter is long, that is because it is a completed version of all events ) (EVE'S POV)

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I should turn around. Should go back outside and wait until they're done. Should do literally anything other than what I actually do, which is walk further into the house like a complete idiot. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The living room comes into view. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And I see everything. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Jace is on the couch, completely naked, his tattooed body glistening with sweat. His muscles flex and ripple with every movement — his abs clenching, his thick thighs tensed, his arms bulging as he grips the woman's hips. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Chapter 1 Jax’s POV. Late afternoon light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my bedroom, turning the whole place into a fucking furnace even with the AC humming. I was sprawled shirtless on my king bed in nothing but loose gray shorts, the new script for Raw Exposure open on my lap, and my cock was already rock-hard and leaking like a desperate slut just from reading the first few pages.

I tried to curl inward, to protect what little I could, but the ropes held me spread and vulnerable against the rough wooden post. Cressida’s laughter rang out again, sharp and delighted, as she lounged on that worn couch like a queen watching her favorite play. She crossed her legs, resting her chin in her hand, eyes sparkling with pure malice. “That’s it. Make it hurt. Break something. I want to hear her scream.” A boot connected to my side and I knew for sure that something was cracked. Maybe my ribs. The pain was white-hot, blinding. I screamed as tears mixed with blood rolled down my face.

Leslie was talking about a werewolf book today and Alpha is what they call their leader, but why am I thinking of Leslie’s fantasies? There is no way they are real. I’m sure Alpha is just the guy’s nickname. That was the last thought in my head before I began to feel dizzy and everything went black. **** I woke up a while later to a numb but cold feeling on my back. I reached back to touch it but was stopped by someone clicking their tongue in disapproval. I looked up and saw Alpha staring down at me. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said, “It feels nice to see you on the floor where you belong.”

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content, sexual scenes, and torture. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV A few weeks ago, "Ahh, so good... faster… yes, harder,” Jessica screamed and moaned as Scott continued to thrust his cock into her cunt. Jessica was on all fours, and Scott was behind her, his hold on her hair becoming tighter as he increased his pace and pounded into her.