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Erick POV I let out a loud laugh, that Angel was full of tricks, obviously, he knew they had spies and guards around the temple of Dionysus, so when I started hearing the reports that Hope and Marcus were putting on a little porn show I didn't hold back my laughter. "And exactly what do you want me to do?" I asked Henry, one of the leaders my father had chosen. "As far as I know, many exhibitionists do this in the temple of Dionysus... As far as I know, the two of them are not breaking any rules... If they don't want to see, just turn your face away, no?" "What they did is extremely..." Gilia began, but I held up my hand. "We're post-Festival. Marcus Angelis is the Mate of Hope Black... If t

I love his taste; bourbon and a hint of cigar smoke, and it feels as familiar as breathing in his scent. Slipping my legs around his waist, I hold him closer and hear him groaning into my mouth. “One day, I’m still going to take you on this fucking counter,” he growls. “Eat you as my starter and dessert before I’ve even put my cock inside of you.” I pull his hair at the back of his head and he groans again. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Leonetti,” I say, and watch as a mischievous grin spreads over his face.

He was well over six feet, with curly black hair that he managed to barely tame. His goatee was always perfectly manicured, and I was more than jealous of the smoothness of his skin. He always smelled good and his hands were always soft. He was, in a single word, perfect. I could see how Remy had women, and men, fawning all over him. Shit, I was salivating right now. He poured glasses of Pinot Grigio for both of us as he motioned for me to raise my glass for a toast. I squinted. “What are we toasting?”

I tangled my fingers in his hair and he groaned sticking out his tongue inside me. "Fuck," I moaned. He put a finger inside me and fingered me. I could feel I was close to releasing my juices all over him. "Please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point. He added a second finger and I gasped. "Faster Theo," I moaned. I felt myself clench around his fingers. "Theodore..." I moaned. "Yes tesoro," he said, "Cum for me." (Tesoro: treasure)

It was easy for Valdos to make the woman in front of him kneel at his feet, making her sigh and scream his name loudly. "Interesting I'm really interested," Valdos murmured briefly. "I'm not rejecting you Mr. Rowley. But if you have the slightest knowledge of your interest in wine, I would consider it. Would you like to taste the wine from Christoper's factory?" Angel stood up from his oversized chair, walking towards his left side where Christoper's wines were displayed in different years. Angel chose the 2005 vintage to drive Valdos away. The red wine's flavor image was intense, and its alcohol level was also high. Rather than sweetness on the tongue, the red wine he brought was much more

His face burned on my mind like an Oni mask. “L’alcool Cabaret,” he stated, “with Derick Brundon.” I raised my brow at him. I haven’t heard of that place. “It is a modern Speakeasy. L’alcool Cabaret is an underground club in the south that is rumored to sell illegal, banned, or deadly alcoholic drinks like the African moonshine Changaa,” Deo explained, “Rumors has it too that the place involved secret illegal drugs mixed into drinks. It’s a wild bar in short. For thrill seekers...”

Roderigo inched out of the restroom. He had checked every corner of the apartment looking for something, anything to link to the murderer. The area has been red taped restricting commoners from accessing the environment. One the right side of the room was a picture of the model in a black bikini, a glass of wine was in her left hand while a glass cup containing the wine was in her left hand. It was an unaware picture of the I*******m influencer, Marie Leet.

❞ the bartender asked, annoying her. Stupid question. Because of her annoyance, she raised an eyebrow at him in irritation. ❝Probably alcohol, but it's coffee; it's not a coffee shop,❞ she said flatly. ❝What I mean is, what kind of wine do you like because we have different brands of wine here?❞ the bartender explained. The bartender turned to what he said—different types of wine lined up behind him.Angel didn't know the name of alcohol; maybe at her age that was unbelievable, believe it or not, but in truth, she had never found alcohol in her entire life.

“Well, that's good news, how did it happen? Who made the first move?” Angela replied. “I am not sure I was drunk last night I think”. “Drunk? But you don't drink alcohol”. Dorris replied worried. “Yes..I.. am yet to figure out why..and how”. Angela texted thoughtfully. “Well as long as it's concensual,he didn't take advantage of you right?” “No, he didn't,Damon is an angel,he wouldn't,he will never”. She said blushing at the thought of him.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier