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Perhaps I failed to mention the nude shots. "What are you talking about?" "I am talking about porn, Freddie. I have a nude gig this summer with Model Perfect." "You've never done nudes before. Are you sure you are up for that?" My mind wanders to Arlo and Freddie catches me looking at Arlo. "Emma, stop looking at him. Are you two sleeping together?" I bite my lip, there's no use denying it. I nod and he lets it slide. "Just do me a favor and keep it discreet. I can't have Model Perfect finding out that their top model is....well."

Nora said, and my attention snapped back to them. True to her words, Emilia had wet patches spreading across her chest. “I’m like a fucking cow, and my baby daddy is out here buying body wash and fainting,” Emilia scoffed before lifting one of her babies. “Daddy’s a big doodyhead, isn’t he?” she cooed. I blinked. Was that a boy or a girl? “I’m holding the girl. My boy is in the crib,” Emilia said, like she could hear my confusion.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

she mumbled again, and her lazy eyes flickered open adjusting to the morning light and her nips dug softly on the warm skin "Huh?" she exclaimed as her eyes fully opened to see the skin her mind was talking about and just then she immediately jumped out of bed in great awe, the soft pillow wasn't a pillow, but Casanova's bare chest. Sia panicked as she looked at herself inspecting to see if she had done anything stupid but to her surprise and relief, she was dressed in a slightly long white shirt reaching mid-thigh and glanced back at a sleeping Emiliano only in sweatpants and his upper body was bare he was lying on his back with his arm supporting his head, he was a beautiful sight to see a

I took her arm and stared directly at her. She stared back without a reply and then again, our eyes locked. I watched the water drip from her hair. My eyes followed the water and I watched it trail down her face then to the collar of her blouse and into her cloth. Her blouse was completely soaked and clung tightly on her body, revealing the shape of her boobs. And that was when I realized something; Emilia has been braless the whole time in the field. Her nipples showed clearly and the thought of other men starring at it made me furious.

It's going to be a disaster. Pulling the bathroom door open, I freeze at the sight I'm met with. Emiliana has one leg on top of the shower bench and her head is thrown back, eyes closed as she pleasures herself. I've never seen anything so erotic. My cock instantly gets hard. She's too busy to notice my arrival, so I take a moment to watch her. Glad that I didn't use glass walls to separate the space. A smile curves her lips and I know she knows I'm here. Wrapping my fist around my aching cock, I ask,

One of his men stepped inside, tall, clad in a black leather jacket, and eyes sharp. “Sir,” the man said, handing over a tablet. “You’re going to want to see this.” Tristen finally looked up, taking the device. As the screen lit, a slow smirk curved his lips. There she was. Emilia. A recent surveillance photo captured her in Dante’s estate garden. Sunlight painted her face in soft gold, her head tilted back in laughter as she chased a small black cat across the cobblestones. Behind her stood one of Dante’s men—clearly guarding her, clearly on orders.

the voice on the other end replied. " Good! Monitor her closely, once you get her into somewhere, send me a beep and the others would be with you in a moment" Emilia said. " Taken" " When I become the next Luna, I would repay you" saying this Emilia ended the call and called the next person. "Hey, is the warehouse ready?" She asked. " Of course it is, I have the torture tools ready also" she replied and Emilia nodded her head in satisfaction. "Good!" She mumbled and ended the call.

She was fine even after bearing his tortures but she will not be able to bear if something will happen to her unborn baby. When she was scrolling she was shocked to see Nicholas all over the internet. His clips of running on the rustling roads without any car was going viral. She was stunned to see him like that and the news which was on display shocked her more he was shouting her name. 'Bella! Please stop!' 'Bella don't go away from me.'

Emilio had a mother? Wasn’t his mother dead? But how would she be when the woman in front of me was claiming the title? She couldn’t be dead if she was standing right in front of me. There were two men behind her who I guessed were her bodyguards. I couldn’t deny how gorgeous she was. She looked straight out of a magazine. She was in a white silk shirt, a beige long skirt that hugged every single curve, and beige Christian Louboutin pumps. Her blonde hair was in waves, her makeup flawless, and bright red lipstick to match the whole look.