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I was helpless against it. They kept going. Hands everywhere. Trent pulling the top of my dress down just enough to free one tit and pinching the nipple while Cody pumped his fingers faster. My juices ran down my thighs. I was shaking, close to coming right there on the dance floor. Then Trent grabbed my wrist and Cody pulled his fingers out with a wet sound the music covered. “Upstairs,” Trent said. “Now.” I barely fought as they half-dragged me through the crowd. My legs felt like jelly. My mind kept saying this was dangerous, that I was too drunk to be doing this, but my pussy kept clenching and dripping like it wanted more.

"They cost a fortune" "But you're bettering three zeros on a guy who doesn't even know you exist". I swear if he were not my friend, I'd have sent his ass flying. I know I know. Say no to violence. "That is different. First off, I don't want Arielle to win the stupid bet, and two I don't back off from a dare. He's my style. Imagine Dante's son becoming my boyfriend, and me winning that money. Do you know what I could do for my mom?

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

Desire burns in his eyes as he scans me from head to toe. I clear my throat and grin at him. I hate myself for what I'm about to do. But fùck it. "Truth or Dare, Damien." "Dare." His voice is husky. "I dare you to fùck me." ***

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

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Damien ended up hitching his wagon to a much older, wealthy sugar mommy. He was a far cry from the boy who used to cuddle a Maltese puppy. Olivia tried to track me down, and not just once. She would linger outside my office building or stake out the entrance to my apartment, completely hollow and worn to the bone. Sometimes, she would launch into a hysterical meltdown, screaming about how I could be so cruel. Other times, she would dissolve into a sobbing mess, begging for forgiveness, claiming she finally saw right through Damien and that I was the only one she ever loved.

"They're clearly not doing anything for you." The sting of it settled right in the centre of my chest, neat and precise, right beside every other reason I had to either see this dare through or spend the next thirty days as somebody's errand girl. I ran opening lines through my head and immediately discarded all of them. Everything I produced was either unhinged or desperate, and none of it was going to work on a man who looked like Graham Hartway. Then quietly, like a gift from somewhere chaotic and generous, I remembered every late-night w*****d novel I had ever read about girls who walked up to hockey captains, kissed them and grabbed their dicks without flinching.

One of the ladies’ eyes sparks with interest as she claps her hands. It was so unnecessary to call me a nerd, but she did. Classic bully move. So mean of them. I force a smile as my fingers dig a crescent moon in my hands. “Yes. I’m Lennox Damien. It’s been a while.” Another lady, who I can’t recognize looks at me like I am the weird one. “You haven’t changed, Lennox. You’re still very nerdy.” She says that to make me feel inferior like they always do in our college days. They might not be bullies who hit people, but they sure are bullies with their words.

She stormed over and snatched a phone from one of the rich brats nearby. "Pay for this? I'll show you what payback really looks like!" Her fingers flew across the screen. In seconds, the obscene videos they'd just filmed—and the screenshots of my father's stolen manuscripts being sold—were all online, wrapped in carefully fabricated captions. 'Renowned scholar Benjamin Ward exposed as a thief—his own son kneels to confess for money.' "Lucen," she spat, "you forced me to do this!" I thrashed against the ropes, desperate to stop her, but they pinned me down again.