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I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.

I'd screamed a lot when I realized that Alessandro had actually locked me in this room. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine various colors. That was what I'd been doing for the past hours. Had it been a day already? I couldn't tell because the room had remained the same since I was thrown in here. I looked over my body, gritting my teeth. I didn't realize it, but I'd been scratching myself, and I'd retained bruises from the scratching. It wasn't something new, but it wasn't something I particularly liked. Laying on the cold ground, I curled myself up in a ball and tried to think happy thoughts.

It had been a horrible week for Emma but the bleeding was finally done with and even though she was not in the right mental state to get back to work, she had run out of all excuses. She grabbed a bucket and her cleaning towels and began heading down the stairs, keeping her free hand on the railings. Whatever Carol had given to her had been very effective, but also possibly very dangerous. She still felt dizzy, and she still felt the jolting pain occasionally, it was as if her insides were burning.

“Go back to your bay, Ahmad. I’m busy.” “I bet you are,” Ahmad said, his voice dripping with filth. He turned his grin toward me. “He’s an animal when he gets focused, isn’t he? I’ve seen him tear an entire engine block apart just because one bolt was missing. I bet he didn’t give you a second to breathe.” I didn’t flinch. I actually leaned into the discomfort, my gaze flicking to the dark bruises on my own collarbone before meeting Ahmad’s eyes. “He’s very… thorough. I appreciate a man who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty to get the job done.”

Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

she whimpered. She didn't make a dozen. She stopped at eleven when my Dad and I thrust together and released. I could feel his cock pulsing next to mine. "That was wonderful, Masters," Dawn muttered, exhausted. "Give me a moment to rest and I'll clean your cocks for you." She took about a minute, during which both of our pricks began to shrink, creating more space in her body before they slid out, limp. Dawn took my Dad's cock first and it was remarkably clean, enough so I realized she'd also cleansed her ass sometime this morning. I couldn't ask her about it with her mouth full, so I held my questions. There was a knock on the door and Dawn paused long enough to say enter. Julia came in and

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NUDITY AND SEXUAL SCENES. IT IS 18+ RATED. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, glittering from the sweat that covered their bodies. Even though the air conditioner was working, the feeling of ecstasy running through their bodies produced alot of sweat.

I clamped a hand over my nose, trying to filter out the foul air. Snapping on my phone's flashlight, I began to scan the darkness for clues. The first room I entered was a graveyard of old paperwork, stacks of documents rotting on the floor. One particular folder caught my eye: a merger file. Half of it had been shredded and chewed through by rats, but Mr. Roberts’ name was still boldly visible on the cover. "What the hell?" I thought I flipped through the ruined pages. The legal jargon didn't make much sense to me in the dark, but I stuffed it into my jacket anyway.

Not like I care, just need a place to crash before I begin house hunting. Inside, I take off my wedding dress, rolling it into a ball and dumping it in the waste bin. Crazy how my life keeps falling apart. I sink into the neatly dressed, gigantic bed, letting my emotions take over me. I hate myself for crying for a man who did me dirty, and is probably still f**kin' the hell out of who is supposed to be my sister. I hate that I let him do me dirty. That I didn't see the signs up until the altar. I never believed love is blind, like they always say. I still don't, but I think I'm very foolish.

As I walk by, my eyes catch the creamy white and red tinged splash on the ground while gingerly avoiding to step on them. What a fucking mess on my pristine white floor.