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The public dare stream was the most terrifying thing I had ever done. The stakes were higher than they had ever been. No more private sessions. No more Daddy. It was all or nothing. I logged on at nine o'clock, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I was naked, except for the collar and leash. I was on my knees, waiting for the dares to start. The chat room was buzzing. "What's the dare, Kitten?" "Are you scared?" "We're going to make you do some nasty stuff tonight." The tips were pouring in, a steady, satisfying stream of income.

I could hear the excitement in her voice and I chuckled before saying, "Dare." Everyone shouted. I laughed. I've already seen a few rounds of truth or dare, and only now did the bottle hit me, so they were very happy. "That's what we want! Fight!" I heard Benj said before Josh, who was already a bit tipsy, cheered the loudest 'whoo!'. "What do we dare her, guys?" Gibbus asked then turned to her sisters. The woman in a long skirt and shoulder-length red hair immediately raised her hand. She's Crescent. "Meredith Kaye, I dare you to give Rupert a fucking boner!"

"Keep Lance safe." "From what?" Megat's jaw tightened. "He's back..." "Who, Dad?" --- Adira sank into the nearest chair, some of the composure she wore like a second skin finally slipping. "It's not easy... we all tried before, but it seems like he's too afraid to say anything." "It will be hard to find who did that to him," Elison said slowly, thinking it through even as he spoke it aloud, "but... let's give him time. Even if it takes years."

His fingers brushed mine a second too long. Heat shot up my arm like a spark meeting gasoline. I stepped back. He stepped forward. Suddenly, the wall was at my back again, cold against my sweater while his presence filled all the space in front of me. His hand came up, bracing beside my head on the wall, not touching me, not yet, but close enough that every nerve in my body leaned toward him in betrayal. “Dolly.” My name in his voice was a problem. A very real, very dangerous problem.

Just a little… nothing serious. I picked up my phone and downloaded ALLURE. My hand trembled as I stared at the app icon for what felt like forever. Just a look. Just to see… I didn’t even have to talk to anyone. I tapped it open with a shaky breath. The registration asked for name, age, location… marital status. I hesitated before tapping ‘Single’. If I was going to explore this, even just a little, I’d need that freedom. No one has to know.

Then Sophia dared Derrick to eat me out for one minute. I was on my back in the middle of the circle, shorts and panties pulled off, legs spread. Derrick buried his face between my thighs and ate my pussy like a pro, sucking my clit, tongue-fucking me, and making me moan loudly. The one minute turned into three. I came hard on his tongue, shaking and gasping. The dares got dirtier. Elena was dared to suck Jax’s cock. She did, on her knees in front of everyone. Chloe was dared to ride Marcus while we all watched. Sophia was dared to let Liam fuck her from behind.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

Jax, Dare, Rook, and Silas deserved a decent home-cooked meal, not another takeout order. A deep rumble vibrated through the floorboards, and a moment later, Dare’s towering frame appeared in the doorway, a towel slung over his shoulder, drops of water still clinging to his dark hair. “Something smells… interesting,” he mused, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “It’s the smell of ambition, Dare,” I shot back, brandishing a wooden spoon like a sword. “And possibly garlic. I might have overdone the garlic.” The truth was, I had no earthly idea what I was doing. My cooking experience extended to instant noodles and burning toast.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

he said with a smirk. “Great idea,” she nodded with a mischievous smile. ** “Here is a copy of the part of the will you wanna see,” Daren said, stretching the paper sheet towards Sara who was lying on the other side of the bed. She looked at his face slowly as she received the copy. She sat up right, her heart racing fast as she went through it. “No, this is absurd,” she scoffed, looking at Daren. He nodded, scratching his beards.