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"Get out!" Is it possible that a thief sneaked into my room? What if he murders me? Oh God, haven't I had enough bad luck for one night? "Relax, sweetheart," he said calmly, his deep voice echoing through the suite. Sweetheart? He leaned against the doorframe, watching me closely. "You're the one trespassing in my suite. Don't blame me for walking in on the show." My jaw dropped. Trespassing? My fists clenched at my sides as I crawled back to the bed, yanking the blanket around me. "Excuse me? This is my suite. 12rb. Paid in full. You're the intruder!"

"You dare mock me? I'll have Imogen fire every single one of you!" The manager sighed, ready to explain, but I raised a hand to stop him, facing Thomas's anger head-on. "They say Imogen Slater is beautiful and wealthy, with a lot of admirers. How do we know you're not just another impostor? Prove it with maybe a phone call?" Thomas fumbled for his phone, all thunder and bravado. "Laugh while you can! I'll make you regret this!" A growing crowd pressed against the glass doors outside, eager for the spectacle. He dialed repeatedly, but each attempt met the same automated voice: "The subscriber you have reached is powered off."

“Maybe Master’s way of saying stay covered up. You know how he is.” Lucy shrugged. “I don’t know what he wants. I don’t care, either.” Vanessa gave her a look, like she didn’t believe that for a second. But she didn’t say anything more. Later that night, Lucy was weaving between tables, tray balanced in her hands. The smell of beer and whiskey burned in her nose. She kept her eyes down and focused. Suddenly, as she leaned to set a glass on a table, a hand shot out. Fingers grabbed for her backside.

Jane's body convulsed, her hips bucking, but Lucy held on, her fingers twisting and tearing at the delicate flesh. She leaned in again, her voice a low growl, "You're mine now, Jane. Mine to hurt, mine to break. You wanted a fight, Jane. You wanted to play rough. Well, here we are. And I'm winning." Lucy's fingers delved deeper, her nails raking across Jane's inner thighs, drawing more blood, more screams. She leaned back, her eyes locked onto Jane's, her voice dropping to a cruel whisper, "Say it, Jane. Tell me you're mine. Tell me you love the pain." Jane's body shook, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but Lucy didn't relent.

“He’s delusional. He doesn’t realize that Shenaya is stronger than him, and she’ll never be his. Not truly.” As we drove through the lights of Rome I saw illussion of Lucy in some corner waiting for me to free her – it was likea blurry vision of a movie. Lucy had suffered enough it had been really so much that she had already endured. First, she has to deal with her cheating mate Then she has to leave her own pack now this. I felt as if the universe was challenging us, challenging her. But I couldn’t let Andrew win, I'd danmed if he does.

"You're no longer one of us, Lucy. You're an outcast." As they filed out of the room, I felt like I was watching my career, my life, slip away from me. I was alone, abandoned, and utterly destroyed. I ran to Ethan, tears streaming down my face. "Ethan, please! You have to help me! They can't do this to me!" Ethan turned to me, his expression unyielding. "Lucy, I told you. You crossed the line. There's nothing I can do for you."

That night, Lucy pushed me with her feet until I fell on my back. Lucy crawled up on top of me without hesitation, and feeling awkward, Lucy immediately shoved my cock into her pussy. Ah, it feels like heaven. Lucy goes up and down her hips non-stop, like a pleasant rhythm, making my libido even more on top. The faster Lucy drives me, the stronger my desire to do more.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And