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“I…” Damian’s dark chuckle vibrated against my ear. His fingertip traced my slick folds, coating itself in my wetness, teasing but never giving me what I craved. He hadn’t even started, and I was already spiraling. “Do you like this?” His voice was low, so low it sent shivers down my spine. “This is supposed to be your punishment, but here you are, indulging me like a filthy girl. My filthy wife.”

------- Damon POV I was in my room, lying in my bed while looking at the ceiling. I didn't know what to expect tonight but I feel something strange. I couldn't even sleep. Diana's face keeps appearing in my thoughts. Her beautiful smile, soft red lips, flawless skin, long ebony shiny hair and her big hush breast and pluffy butt. " Hmmm!" I whispered softly as I'm running my hands above my zipper. I felt a bulky things inside and it's so hard that I quickly pushed the zipper down it and touched my own hardness while thinking about her. I wanted to ambushed her inside her room but I guess it's not the proper way to please my wife. I want to act good and calm in front of her so that she's going

I looked around my bedroom in search of Nato, my favorite dildo just in case you wondering who that is. “Fuck!!” I yelled to myself still feeling a bit frustrated, wondering why Ryan had my offer turned down. “Why the hell would he do that!” I muttered to myself as I searched through my shelf hoping I’d find my dildo lying on the shelf but I couldn’t find it. I ran my fingers through my hair trying to hold in my emotions. I wanted Ryan all to myself as I hated the idea of having him shared with any other girl other than myself. For a minute, all of what was happening felt more like a dream and even worse a nightmare.

Even so, he simply stared at us as we left without paying any attention to the dirt that clung to his clothes. I saw him through the rearview mirror. He looked like an abandoned puppy—just like me when he stood me up during our engagement party.

he said. Kara smiled and turned, looking at Danielle. "Tell them your fantasy, slut," she said. Danielle whimpered quietly, obviously enjoying the verbal abuse. "I'm definitely a little slut," she said. "My dream fantasy is like Kara said. I want to be used by all the men. I want you to do whatever you want to me, on me, or whatever. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, is off limits. So please, use me as you want to. I've also taken... precautions... as it were, if anal sex is your thing."

“I’m trying here. I wasn’t fucking built for a mate-bond. I’m not soft and supportive. I’m a fucking bastard that’s used to taking what I want. No regrets. No compromises. I’m trying here.” ***** FINCH. He was good. I’d give him that at least. I would’ve believed the bullshit that he spewed if it hadn’t been dipped in desperation, like he needed us to believe him. Why was he trying to sell this? What in the hell was happening with them? One thing that he said rang true though. He really was a bastard who was used to taking what he wanted. Dane had better hope that I was misreading things. That she wasn’t caught up in one of his games.

Haha. “I am so close to shoving your ass against the tree and humping your brains out, Chester Kain. I swear I am going to rip you into two,” Danielle fumed through the mindlink. Oh ! So we had come to full name basis from “babe” now ? Wow ! Just wow. What happened to we will love him forever ? And take care of him ? Pretty little liars. Hmfph ! “What the fvck is wrong with you, Danielle ?” Aira and Zeneca screamed through the mindlink together. “Why would you describe something so arousing so vividly,” they groaned. “How can we stop thinking about that now ?” they whined.

Zeke pulls out sudden. His cock's slick with my juices and his pus. Yellow strings connect us. He spins me around, faces me, his face close. Sores weep fluid. It drops on my chest. Burns my skin. He pushes me down. I fall on my back. The floor is cold and dusty. Legs spread wide, he kneels between them. Cock aims at my pussy again. One hand holds my thigh, the other guides his dick. He shoves in. All the way. I arch up.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” A humourless laugh escaped her. “Really? Because I can think of plenty. Why do you have a secret photo of me as a teenager tucked in a locked drawer. Or why I overheard you on the phone yesterday, ordering someone to ‘dig deeper’ into my life. Do you usually treat your fake girlfriends like surveillance subjects, Damien, or am I just lucky?” Finally, he turned. His expression was cool and unreadable, but his gaze locked on hers with a steadiness that made her want to scream.

He came quickly, silent, together with mine. "Argh…. ahh… ahh.” It shot forth with a bang, a loud one. Louder than ever. This was one of the sexiest things I witnessed, a man groaning as he released, and next while being sucked. The spicy series of memories pulled back. Playing into a mental series. Zavian did both of that, I looked up, imagining this fantasy. I released a deep breath, looking at him. My sexy daddy and more. Those groans continued in low tones as he crashed beside me, draping his hand over me.