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Wet slapping sounds filled the office, my moans growing louder despite trying to stay quiet. “You’re mine to keep,” he growled, tugging my hair so my back arched. “Power imbalance or not, I’m not letting you go. Tell me you need this as much as I do.” His fingers worked my clit faster, pinching lightly while his cock stretched me wide open. “I need it,” I whimpered, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. Sweat slicked my skin, my pussy fluttering wildly around him as my orgasm approached. “I need your control, your cock owning me every night. Fuck the rumors. Just don’t stop.” The intensity overwhelmed me, emotions crashing in. This wasn’t lust anymore, it was consuming, and I was willing

The thought of what he was going to do to my mom ran chills along my spine. "Don't be nervous, you are going to enjoy it," he added and continued with what he was doing. I could feel my sexual urge building and my wetness dripping, and that made me hate myself even more. How can my body be enjoying this? How can I get wet during this assault? My muffled scream soon turned to moan, I was lust in desire. It was totally a heavenly moment, having both of them exploring me, leaving no stones unturned.

Her curiosity asked through her morbidness, "What do you want?" The man let out a stiff chuckle from where he was standing, "You're brazen and sharp, I like that a lot." He appraised her, but Keira wasn't flattered one bit. In a situation like this, there's absolutely nothing to be flattered about. And for a creepy man that's hiding behind the shadow to make a deal with her, there's absolutely nothing flattering about his compliments. It has a creepy factor attached to it rather.

She needed him to feel pity for her. I’ve changed locations and he always ends up finding me. This time he tried to rape me. At the mention of rape, Rios developed sudden hate for the guy he had no idea about. He hated guys who wanted to force their way on women even when the women didn’t give consent. I had earlier booked a reservation for a spa. I had gone there with the hopes of relaxing myself as I had been stressed out lately going from one company to the other trying to get my books published.

He just wanted to sleep with me that's all and I refuse to be a whore for him. His grey eyes roamed over my face as he probably contemplated if he should leave or stay to increase my torment. His gaze piercing through me and I unknowingly tightened my hold on myself, covering my bare chest, which was enormous to his hungry eyes. I could saw the raw lust and unholy desire in his steely grey metallic orbs. He needed to leave and never bother me again. I gulped as he tilted his head to side and crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his muscles. I took an involuntary step back till my back hit the wall.

He repeated his movements over and over until both peaks were swollen, glistening, and throbbing in time with my racing pulse. Every pull of his mouth felt like he was drawing something deeper out of me, something I had kept locked away for years. When he finally lifted his head, his lips were wet, his eyes black and filled with lust and want. My breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath I took, my nipples were dark and glistening from his attention. “Touch yourself,” he ordered again, quieter this time. “Spread your legs wider and show me.” I obeyed instantly. My thighs parted, the thin dress still bunched around my waist like a fallen halo and I slid one hand down my stomach, tremblin

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