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“A man of virtue and integrity. But lately you’ve made me question everything I lived by. Your scent keeps me up all night. I get blue balls cause I can’t have you. I’m hunted by the memories of your body and your moans.” She sucked in a large chunk of breath. Her eyes dilating dark with lust. I should leave. So why wasn’t I moving? Daphne also had other plans. Cause she was now inching towards me, erasing the distance between us. Her tiny hands framed my face. “Please don’t hold back from me.” Then she stole my morals when she merged her soft intoxicating lips on mine. The consequences be damned. What matters is her. Us. Here and right now. The decision had already been made the moment she

’ Dark mussed, enjoying the tension inside the room. ‘You can’t blame me for fucking your woman. You are always out of the territory, seeking for that goddamn Daphne !’ Darius roared. The grin on my face vanished slowly as he mentioned Daphne ’s name. I grasped the blinds until they almost crushed in my hand, especially when my ear caught Lennon’s response. ‘It’s my fucking duty! Daphne ’s also my mate!’ 'That was impossible!"

And now the world might. The angle was perfect. His cock—thick and slick—disappeared into me with wet, obscene sounds. God, I looked so needy. So desperate. So fucking used. I watched myself fall apart. On camera. His student. His secret. My phone buzzed. Unknown Number: ‘Nice video. How much for the sequel?’ I froze. My lungs stopped working. Another message came in. Different number. Anonymous: ‘You fuck like a goddess come to life. What’s your OnlyFans?’

His hands settled on my hips, holding me in place as I logged in. “Read it out loud,” he ordered. My voice trembled. “I’m deleting my OnlyFans… effective immediately. Thank you for the support, but this chapter is closed.” I hit the button to deactivate. The confirmation screen appeared. It felt final. Scary. Liberating. “Good girl.” Damien’s praise sent a fresh wave of heat through me. One of his hands moved between my legs from behind, fingers gliding through my soaked folds. “So wet for me. You liked being spanked over my knee, didn’t you?”

That lady got more shocked when she heard her daughter name and then she checked her phone to see what he was talking about, then she saw a screen-shot from her subordinate phone when one the Org higher-ups ordering him to kill him and the everyone with him even her daughter, she wanted to reopen the door of the elevator to ask him about that thing, she started trembling and getting scared, she tried to follow Hyun-ki but hen she went off the building he was vanished and he just disappeared, then a message came from an unknown number and that number is the same number that she got the screen-shots from, in that message there was a video of her subordinate captured and telling the one holding

Chapter 21 Layla’s POV As the euphoric fog of the orgasm began to recede, reality crashed down on me with a terrifying, crushing weight. What the actual fuck did I just do? The slick, warm sensation of his cum slowly leaking out from my core and dripping onto my inner thighs was a brutal reminder of the absolute madness that had just occurred. This was bad. Like, really, truly bad. I had just let my mother's fiancé bend me over and claim every single part of my plus-size body right inside his office building.

fully, I could have stood and walked straight out of the office right then. There was nothing keeping me there. I had no doubt Father Michaels knew it, too. Somehow he knew I’d stay. Trembling and dazed and a bit excited and nervous, I stood and slowly began slipping off my blouse, dropping it on the floor beside me. My hands went to my skirt then and I unzipped it, slowly. I heard his breath catch as I pushed the skirt down over my hips and it fell to the floor. Then I pulled my hands tight over my belly and looked down, knowing full well my panties were soaked. Father Michaels regarded me for a moment, inspecting my body. Then he said in a deep baritone, “Everything.” My gaze met his. His

“Adam, they’re watching—” I cut myself off when I glance where Victor was standing by his camera. He’s not there. Victor has abandoned taking our pictures. He’s sitting beside Daphne, his hand shoved under her skirt between her legs. His pants are unzipped, Daphne’s fingers wrapped around his length jerking him off. I’m stunned. They’re touching each other watching me and Adam! Adam looks over his shoulder at them then faces me again with a sexy smile. “Yes, and they’re enjoying the show.”

Daphne enjoyed his company as sometimes she chuckled and was awake, despite how she had felt lately. She then sensed Nathan's presence on the side table and saw he was about to approach her. Nathan was already standing, ready to get her, but suddenly sat back. He had seen Daphne enjoying herself with Daniel and others and could not interrogate. 'Well, Nathan wouldn't be jealous. Aside from he was gay, we didn't have a relationship,' she thought. Daphne's hand wrapped around Daniel's arms, a sign she would stay. She kept clinging to Daniel, as he didn't mind her doings and talked once again. All attention was on him as he explained for them to understand further.

I ram her, and she cries out in pleasure. “LIAM!!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK,” she screams, and I know that’s my girl. Waking from a trance as I’m fucking her senseless, making her come and releasing my seed inside her? Ooh I’ll pay for this tomorrow. But it’s worth whatever she’ll do. It’ll just lead to more sex and more sex. The banter of it all turning me on even more. We all love Daphne angry. My root bursts inside her, the feeling more intense than anything I could have ever imagined. I grunt and flip her onto the bed, still thrusting. Pure adrenaline surges through me and I can’t even feel the pain anymore.