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Dabby: After witnessing something upsetting almost an hour ago, I found it difficult to enjoy my dinner or the ambiance. It was particularly challenging to remain composed while dining with my stepfather's father, especially after crying my eyes out just moments before. During the meal, I became increasingly distracted as Damien's grandfather bombarded my mother with questions. I only snapped back to reality when he inquired about our town and school. Despite feeling uneasy, I tried to engage in conversation with Mr. Anderson, who appeared to be in a foul mood all evening. As my mother recounted how she met Damien's grandfather, I couldn't help but think about the shredded pieces of paper I

, Dua asked unbelievably "I got this life to stop myself from destruction and the mistakes I did in my past life like marrying Prathvik? Yes! Prathvik was the sole reason for my DARK World", Dua said and then she danced with happiness in the bathroom and her father was impatiently waiting for her at the breakfast table. That whole thing with the REBORN, TIME REVERSING, or TRANSMIGRATION was something Dua had a hard time accepting. She didn't believe in such things even if she had a small belief in time machines or God's miracles.

I pull my dress up till it is bunched around my waist, and impatiently, I start dry humping him, the bulge in his pants is impressive, huge and straining and I grind against it, my underwear soaking wet from the delicious friction. "Really? You have not been able to fuck anyone else?" I look into his eyes as I flex my hips on top of him. Liquid fire spreads from the point of contact, up to my brain. It is intoxicating. I understand how people get addicted to anything. How could you not when one hit feels like this?

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

Alcohol everywhere. Sophia still had a few months before turning twenty-two. Unlike me. Mine passed two months ago. The tight dress hugging my body looked nothing like the cold quiet image people had of me. Funny, honestly. People only see what you let them see. Pink lipstick finished the look while Sophia pulled on her long leather boots. "Damn… how are you this hot?" Laughter mixed with perfume while I helped button her dress. "If I were a guy, you’d be in trouble."

Black slacks and white sneakers complete the look and wow what a look that is. "Nice to know there's at least one gentleman in this gang." I let myself explore dandy Dylan's body with my eyes. He mock bows with a flourish and I giggle fluttering my lashes. "See why can't I be locked up with him?" I turn to Ryder the picture of innocence. The alpha looks ready to explode or rearrange Dylan's face. "Baby!" I swear that person's voice is on the same frequency as a dog whistle.

Catalina POV "You're a f*cking bastard Rodri, you know that right?" A man, donned with Cuban links around his neck and a diamond wristwatch, released a chuckle as he twisted his head at Papa. The bald-headed man, presumably an Alpha, laid back on a long red-leather loveseat with a glass of bourbon in his left hand, took a long swig and crushed the glass with the same hand. The shards cut into his palm and blood trickled down his arm. Then, he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and pointed his finger at me. "But, you know how to make a beautiful f*cking child."

Sean never did that to me. But this experience, I loved it. “Swallow it, baby girl,” he said with an authoritative voice, which I did immediately, staring up at his face to get a hint of satisfaction from him. “Oh, Charlotte,” he groaned as his dick fell off my lips slowly. “Did you enjoy the sugar?” I asked softly, as the drip of the cum still ran through my lips down to my breast. “Yes, baby. Your face says a different thing, while your mouth speaks differently.”

I just spread my legs wide, pushed the toy inside myself in one slow thrust, and started fucking myself the way I’d imagined him fucking me for four years. I was already soaked. The toy slid in with a filthy wet sound. I moaned soft and broken, hips rolling, two fingers of my free hand circling my clit in tight little circles. I kept my eyes on the cracked door the entire time, half hoping, half terrified. I didn’t expect him to actually open it. The floorboard outside my door creaked. My eyes flew open. The door pushed open another three inches. Daniel stood there in the doorway, still fully dressed in the dress shirt and slacks, but his eyes were black with hunger. He didn’t look surprised