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he cried, desperation lacing his words. "Will you shut up?" she yelled, delivering a stinging slap across his face. "She is not your type; you’re being manipulated by her." "No!" he shouted back, breaking free from her grasp. "I’m not manipulated! I love her deeply. I can’t love anyone else but her; she is my life!"

"Azrael, please." "Please what, Claire?" he teased, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from mine. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. No metaphors. No poetic bullshit. Just the truth." "I want you inside me," I hissed, the words feeling heavy and dirty on my tongue. "Now. I want to feel how much of a monster you really are."

I lay in bed, hand hovering over my pussy, tempted to touch but his rule echoed: That's mine now. Instead of touching myself, I replayed the day, the power he wielded, the way my body responded. Ambition had led me here, but desire was chaining me tighter. The board meeting was tomorrow, a public facade hiding the private surrender. What would he demand next? And why did the thought make my pulse race?

Maybe the goddess of desires. I couldn’t stop my eyes from lingering on her naked form anytime I moved my gaze from the canvas to check her out. It had been almost an hour and I’d barely made it past her head. It was virtually impossible for me to get enough of the tempting view. My cock pulsed repeatedly, aching to be inside her again. It was a good thing I had decided to remain without clothes or I would have had a hard time containing it in my pants. All thanks to the unclad beau lying on my carpet. She was easily the prettiest thing to have set foot on the carpet ever since I bought it. And that was over ten years now. None of my other female companions had managed to come even close to

The blue glow of the laptop screen washed over Monica’s face, illuminating the fatigue and determination in her eyes. It was her fifth application for an orgy sex party that day. The digital form probed into every detail, asking for her body type, preferences, and a recent photo. Monica completed the form with eager clicks, her heart pounding in sync with each click, a relentless pulse of desire pushing her forward. Attending an orgy sex party had been Monica’s long-held fantasy, one she had dreamed of experiencing for years.

She let the silence settle between us, then reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear the way a mother might. “Desire is complicated. It doesn’t wait for permission. It shows up where it shouldn’t. With people it shouldn’t. And it demands attention.” She pulled back, gentle but firm. “Just don’t confuse survival with softness,” she said. “And don’t punish yourself for wanting something that wasn’t supposed to happen.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. She didn’t expect one. I didn't wait for her to leave before rushing to the library. I wasn’t hiding.

My fingers massaged her insides as I tried to savor the feel of her softness against me. “I want you,” she whispered as she pulled away to look into my eyes. “Please.” Desire and lust pumped through my veins as I lifted her to wrap her legs around me. I led her to a table in the dark corner of the library. Setting her on the edge, I pulled the t-shirt over her head.

Abigail says, tauntingly. “Yes,” I roll my eyes, “because it’s my dream to work at a camp for all things supernatural. You really got me there, Abigail.” Susan snickers and Kathleen hides her grin. Abigail just splutters, “Y-You just wish you could be like her.” “Can you just leave already Abigail?” I sneer at her. “And take your one-person fan club with you.” Outraged, Abigail storms off just as Beth exits the stall, looking pale but less shaken.

Neth and I are behind, trailing. The curly tips of my hair swayed as I let it fall on my back. It was touching my lower back. My hair is long, thick, and very black. My eyes are round and very dark. My lips, almost the color of red apples, I would bite them occasionally. I shouldn't have annoyed Silas. I felt even more uncomfortable being with him. “She looks like a lost princess in the woods.”