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Are you trying to seduce me with that look I whispered, as she smiled stickinging out her tongue at me? "You know you're not getting younger. I do what you have to have a good relationship. You have everything at your disposal. So I think I should matchmake you with one of my friends in San Francisco. He's a very good friend of mine. I'm just suggesting I'm not forcing you huh, you might feel uncomfortable. You can reject the offer if you want, I whispered.

" Before the man finished, Antonio slammed his phone to the floor. He staggered back two steps and collapsed into a chair. The phone rolled a few times before Carlo picked it up. The screen hadn't gone dark. One after another, images popped up in the chat—bloody live stream screenshots, a crouching figure in a cage, and close-ups of filthy wounds. Carlo's face drained of color, and for once, he snapped, "Who did this?" Then, the last audio message played automatically. Emilia's soft voice came through the speaker, "Yes, as long as she's still breathing. Don't kill her.

Was Emilia fucking with him? *****************************************

the lady said with giggles and Emiliano smiled faintly as he shoved the books inside her little cabinet just as someone pushed him from behind "Ella I don't see why you keep excusing us like this"he heard a melodious soft voice speak and beside her saw the beauty he fell in love with at first sight "Hey Tara, I see you too didn't bring the books on time"the lady shifted her attention to the beautiful girl Emiliano had ever seen, from her milky skin to her curly brown her and her smile, she was dressed in a denim shirt dress reaching just above her knees and at first glance Emiliano knew she was no ordinary girl

My head hurt even worse, and I felt dizzy and nauseous. Everything spinned around me, and I struggled to focus, my eyes tearing up. The man holding the bucket walked away without a word, and I leaned back, my lips parting, my chest heaving. "Well, she didn't die. Lucky." I swallowed, my eyes turning to Emilia. She was almost naked and sitting on Emilio's lap, and my chest heaved. She had a tattoo on the right side of her back, and I saw it even clearer as she turned back to Emilio.

I put it on loudspeaker "Luisa" "Dante, hi. I was making dinner and I accidentally made too much. Would you like to come over? Or I can drop it off wherever you are. Still at work?" I watch for Emiliana's reaction. She rolls her eyes and leans on her elbow. Facing me. The sheet slowly slides down her chest until her breasts are bared. Her nipples harden to small little nubs from being exposed to air or maybe it's from my gaze. "I appreciate that but I've already eaten"

Emilia asked. " If you are going to be doing this, there is a possibility that this will be leaked and we are going to be in trouble" " It is not going to get leaked, just stay quiet and let me think properly" Emilia shut off her wolf form and drew a shady picture of Adriana. She walked majestically to her drawer and removed the knife in the drawer, she threw it right at the picture of Adriana she drew and raised her eyeballs to reveal a gleam that could only be considered and seen as evil.

It wasn’t Eve. Opening my eyes, I caught Emilia’s reflection in the glass, her lips curling into a knowing smile. I stiffened and stepped out of her reach. She was completely naked before me, her big boobs perky and inviting but still not catching my attention. "What are you doing, Emilia?" She let out a soft laugh and closed the distancebbeteeen us again, bringing her hand softly to my rod and rubbing against it gently. “What’s wrong, Stefan?” She bit her bottom lip and fluttered her lashes at me in an attempt to seduce me.

The image she painted, about Marcus and Emilia, lying in bed, laughing about my dead womb, about my failure as a woman and a mate, was too much. He had taken my privacy, my shame, and handed it to her like a gift. Emilia laughed more cruelly this time. "Do you want to know what it feels like? He likes it very rough and degrading. He likes it when I go down on my knees and suck his cock like a slut. And don’t also forget that I spread my legs so wide so he hits the spot." My stomach heaved. My wolf was snarling inside my mind, a caged animal throwing itself against the surface, wanting to shift. To desperately tear Emilia’s throat out.

"See that woman over there? In the red dress with the dark hair? That's Emilia Torres, his fiancée." "Emilia," I repeat under my breath. To him, I say, "Is she famous, too?" She certainly has the looks for it - and something about the way she carries herself seems to suggest an easy sort of confidence. Rafe chuckles again. "Yes, quite famous these days. She stars alongside Luca in the Cataclysm: Earth movies. Have you heard of those?" There's an amused gleam in his eyes - similar to what I saw in Luca's face, but it's more subdued in Rafe. He's obviously enjoying my inexperience, but unlike his brother, Rafe's pleasure is more restrained.