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he asked, his voice was low and dangerous. I looked up at him through my lashes, a smile playing on my lips. "I'm just trying to help," I said, my voice gentle and inviting. I was doing this because I had a clash with my sister, this was the only way I could revenge, fucking her husband while she stays lonely at home. That was just an excuse not to feel guilty, I knew I had been fucking Damien in my dreams. I leaned in closer, my breasts pressing against his arm as I continued to dab at the stain.

In fact, his cock had already gone completely limp. A sad situation at thirty-one; he was sick of trolling for pussy. Same old, same old. A quick fuck and suck, goodbye, then on to the next town. He was getting old if he’d been fantasizing about fucking the same woman a different way every night, rather than a different woman the same way every night. Yeah, that one woman superstar in his lurid fantasies was none other than Channing Kinkaid. A temptress with her gold-flecked hazel eyes. A nymph with a riot of brown curls tumbling between her shoulder blades.

Napaigtad ako nang maramdaman kong umangat ako sa pagkakahiga. "Fuck," napamura ako sa gulat. Kumirot ang sugat ko sa may tiyan at pati na rin sa may braso ko sa biglaang pag ka angat ko. Naramdaman ko naman ang matipunong d****b ni Ephraim sa gilid ko na siyang may gawa kong bakit ako umangat. Binuhat ako nito. Malamig ko 'tong tiningnan. "Put me down,"

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe. But the calm was a lie. It always was, with Caden Dovewood lurking. He'd known about Eve, a shadow always at my heels. His gaze was a constant, chilling reminder that my carefully built double life was his to expose whenever he chose. I'd lived with his eyes on me for weeks, enduring his presence at school, the forced closeness, the terrifying physical demands. The encounter with Richard, a desperate gamble for cash had only deepened my vulnerability, giving Caden more specific ammunition. My mind kept returning to Richard—a lonely man, yes, but also a symbol of how far I’d gone, how much deeper into the shadows I’d stepped. This new part

She’d been a ghost in her skin since she was twelve, surviving rogue territory, bouncing between enforcer contracts and Alpha-sponsored kill lists, keeping her head low and her knives sharp. Desire was manageable. Trust? Love? Those were fatal, but here she was, in an Alpha’s house, wrapped in an impossible bond that refused to break, and all she could think about was how part of her wanted to stop running, not because she was tired, but because she was lonely. She had never spoken that word aloud. She barely let herself think it, but sitting here, drinking half-stale beer under a stranger’s roof, with two soul-deep connections humming like electricity in her veins, she couldn’t shove it dow

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze