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Tears of desperation leaked from the corners of Emmeline’s eyes, feeling utterly bereft without the heat of his body covering hers. "It's not fair you ignite that raging fire of insatiable desire inside me and then leave me behind in such dire, desperate need of your helping hand and humongous dick! To what wanton, depraved extent do you want me to beg and debase myself before you grant me my wish?" she cried.

I wanted him to show me all those things Marcella could not and will never have. I wanted him to show them all to me. Please. I— I want to see. My plea came out desperately. My breaths were shallow and fast. A whirlpool of emotions that had been running through my head had now become a bundle of desperation. Darius placed his forehead against mine, nodding at my almost desperate and breathless words. Okay, that's all I needed to hear. My already hectic breaths hitched when he grabbed onto my thighs impatiently, separating one from the other and stopping my desperate movement for friction.

I pushed back against him, meeting his drives, desperate for more. 'Yes, Doctor, fuck my ass harder,' I begged, my voice breaking. He obliged, pounding relentlessly, his cock pistoning in and out, stretching me wide. The pressure built fast, my clit throbbing under his fingers. I was so close, teetering on the edge again.

And a desperate, angry man will do terrible things to get his power back. If he could not blackmail me with a picture, he would use the only thing I loved. He would try to use my mother. He might try to hide her, or worse, kidnap her to force me to sign the company back over to him. I squeezed my mother’s hand tightly. "I will never let him touch you again," I promised her quiet face. "I am cutting his strings today." The door swung open. Three men dressed in dark navy medical scrubs walked into the room." Ms. Lancaster?" the lead medic asked. He had a thick beard and a calm, professional voice.

"Mom, what did that ungrateful bastard say to you? She used a kindness as leverage, slandered Lily, and even declared in front of the cameras that she wanted to sever ties with us. It's a good thing that Lily taught her a lesson! That way, she'll stop causing trouble all the time!" Grandma's right hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble. She frowned, unable to understand what on earth was happening. "Is this what you mean by Lily teaching Laura a lesson? Laura's right arm is fractured, and there's a hole in her head! If I hadn't rushed back after seeing the news about the fire, she might have died on the pavement!"

"'I died once already, Cole. I am not... doing it again. He’s going to kill me. Show up. Please.'" I stared at the word on the screen. Please. Pathetic. Desperate...so fucking desperate... And yet...I hit Send. The page refreshed. The sent counter ticked up to twenty nine. Twenty nine unhinged, desperate, drunken emails sitting in the fucking void. I slammed the laptop screen shut, pulled the bottle of scotch to my chest like a security blanket, and let my head drop heavily onto the desk. Maya will be here soon to dress me up...the best I could do was rest and wait for a miracle.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

**A Desperate Situation** Caden paced anxiously back and forth in his dimly lit chamber, the sound of the wooden floorboards creaking softly beneath his restless feet like whispers in the dark. The flickering light of a solitary oil lamp struggled to push back the shadows that danced menacingly along the stone walls, creating a cascade of shapes that seemed to mock his turmoil. His mind was a chaotic whirl of thoughts and worries, each one fighting for dominance, a cacophony that left him breathless. The agonizing silence of the moon goddess loomed heavily over him, amplifying his feelings of desperation and uncertainty like a weight pressing upon his chest.

I tried to smile but inwardly I was greeting my teeth as the fact that he had once again found another way to make another of my plans faulty since I would not even be able to step out of the car for the food and at least bolt off. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I finally understand what that means.

"Desperate is a fucking excuse, Diego. Desperation doesn't justify betrayal. And I don't forgive betrayal. Not from anyone. Especially not from someone I trusted." "Give me one c-chance to prove myself, Boss. I'll bring back the shipment. I-I'll prove my loyalty to you," Diego begged, his voice a desperate, pitiful rasp. His mind was a storm of fear and regret, his body trembling uncontrollably. Every ounce of his strength was spent trying to cling to the faintest glimmer of hope, but deep down, he knew, the end was near. He had made the mistake of crossing the devil, and now, the devil was going to make him pay.