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"Seriously, I don't know why we even got an head chef, the last who died from suicide was already enough." The word was supposed to scare her; but it frightened her deeply, her hair rose up, and she shivered, before forcing out a smile. She didn't expect this of New York, she had thought that it was a city of love, but how wrong was she. People died to survive here. People tried to fit in here, something she found wrong. "The CEO is coming." Miranda walked towards the room, and everyone bobbed their eyelids towards the door. Zelda jabbed her fingers together, taking in a deep breath, with a fierce push, the door dangled open, and a figure walked in. They all bowed.

Said the man while touching Calista's chin. "Let go, I would never want to be with a pervert like you." She replied while holding the man's hand firmly. "You will never get away from me." He continued to approach Calista again. "Let me go. " Calista tried to push him away, but she suddenly became weak and helpless. “The injection? must be because of that.” "Don't run, I will make you feel the pleasure that you have never felt." The man's whisper made Calista shudder to hear it.

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

it was remaking us, piece by filthy piece. My body's wrecked, sore in the best ways, but already aching for the next time. Davis's cum still leaks from me, mixed with Nathan's, and Lucy's taste lingers on my tongue. I should feel guilty, but all I feel is alive, raw, desired, utterly claimed. This dark, twisted paradise... I never want to leave.

Somewhere down the long, sterile hallway, a monitor continued its fragile, steady beeping. Noah was alive. For now. But none of them knew what would happen when he finally opened his eyes. Would he remember the accident? Would he remember the fight that sent him driving into the rain? Would he still look at Ethan the same way? Or would the fragile new world they had built together shatter completely under the weight of secrets, guilt, and the simple, devastating truth that some loves come with a price too high to pay? The rain continued to fall outside, relentless and indifferent.

He came inside, claiming. But as we lay there, danger pressed in. Damian's words echoed. Ally with his mom? Schemes brewing. The affair burned hotter, darker. I surrendered to it, body and heart. Alexander's world swallowed me. Billionaire chaos. I craved it all.

Now those same innocent eyes were hazy with desire as she clung to me like she couldn’t let go. I had wanted her for years. The town’s quiet beauty with dark silky hair and a figure that drove men insane without even trying. But nothing compared to seeing her like this—breathless, desperate, completely undone beneath my touch. “Oh God…please fuck me more father.” she whimpered, her words fading into a soft cry as pleasure rolled through her. Her entire body jerked against mine. She squeezed her eyes shut, lips parting while shaky moans spilled freely from her mouth. I could feel her trembling in my arms as wave after wave hit her.

Me: That’s not your concern. The reply comes slower this time. Julian: You looked happy. I sink onto the edge of the bed, phone clutched in my hand. Me: You don’t get to measure my happiness anymore. I waited for his message, the three dots keep appearing and disappearing. Then Julian: I never stopped wanting you. My chest aches and my vision blurs. Me: Wanting me isn’t the same as choosing me. The typing bubble appears, disappears, ppears again.

From this angle, his lashes are an absurd length, feathering his cheeks. He’s so handsome it’s almost sickening. A totally normal thing to admit. “Please go to sleep.” Panic flares at his dismissal. “How did you meet Desiree? She seems nice.” “Go straight to the point.” The point? There isn’t really one. I just want to talk to him, to touch that pain inside and show him I care. No matter that our first and second meeting were botched with something neither of us will ever admit. He looks at me then, bottomless gaze daring. “Don’t you really want to ask how I got into the trade? My first kill? How many I’ve killed?”