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She doesn't even realize that it's already three in the morning. A man is lying on the ground, naked. He is covered in blood, and at first, she thought that the man might have been injured. But, when she finally approach the man, that's when she realized that the blood was not his. Even his mouth has fresh blood dripping from its side. "Oh, my God!" She whispered before taking a step back. The man is starting to wake up, and her instinct told her to run. So she did, as fast as she could.

Somehow, purely by grace, we made it to the bed and when his massive cock slithered into my dripping cunt, filling me out completely, I understood why people did stupid things in the name of passion. The morning after, I woke up tangled in the duvet, my body sore but still feeling pleasantly good. Sun rays coming from the windows heated me up and when I turned, I saw that Eren was already awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed fully dressed and looking at his phone. "Good morning," I mumbled, sitting up and clutching the sheet to my chest. He glanced at me briefly then back to his phone. "Morning. There's coffee on the table if you want it."

" he said. And so I dragged my battered body back home. After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the front door, which I wouldn't open no matter what I tried. When the alarm blared loudly, Elise strutted over and opened the door, her head held high. She said, covering her mouth in a mockery of an apologetic expression, "Oh, it's you, Shana. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember the complicated passcode, so Harold changed it into something simpler." I nodded expressionlessly instead of breaking down like she'd wanted, so she pouted in disappointment. Harold, on the other hand, was satisfied with my reaction—he probably assumed that I'd taken his words to heart. He picked a fallen leaf from my ha

The Savage Awakening I didn’t care what she did or said. The bedroom still hung heavy with the thick scent of sweat, sex, and my cum—Elena lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her porcelain skin glistening, my thick load dripping slowly from her chin in sticky trails down to her heaving breasts, pooling between them like molten wax claiming territory. Her eyes, once glazed with habitual disinterest during our rare encounters, now smoldered with a raw, feral hunger I had never witnessed in our fifteen years of marriage. She dragged her tongue deliberately across her swollen lower lip, savoring the salty bitterness of me, then traced the glistening path down her neck where I had marked her

Esper could tell a storm would be coming soon by the erratic changes in the wind. Seraph carried the girl to her room, giving her a kiss on the temple before setting her down. He nudged her into the bedroom before wishing her goodnight and leaving to retire to his own room. Trying to stave away sleep for a couple more minutes, Esper rubbed at her eyes. She heard a crunch as she took a step forward and looked down. There was another envelope, this one from Maxim. The letter inside had instructions to meet Maxim in the foyer when Esper was ready. Tossing the note on her vanity, Esper stripped out of her dress and flopped onto her bed, falling into a deep sleep.

The pale gray light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains, casting long, muted stripes across the bedroom floor. Danika’s eyes flutter open, the heavy haze of sleep clinging to her limbs. She stretches, the sheets sliding down her naked torso, exposing the heavy curve of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. The cool morning air raises goosebumps on her skin, tightening her nipples into hard, sensitive peaks. She glances at the clock; it is far too early, but the anticipation buzzing beneath her skin keeps her from lying back down. Mr. Ethan is coming.

I stood there rooted to the spot and pale-faced. Tina sneered mockingly. "Dawn, you just can't let it go, can you? Did you want to come back and seduce Stanley? Too bad he's already kicked you out." Tina clapped her hands smugly. The maids filed out in unison and threw my things out like trash. I endured her arrogant humiliation and said calmly, "The pendant around your neck is mine." Tina clutched her chest dramatically, and her voice was sharp. "Dawn, what ridiculous fantasy are you having? This is Stanley's welcome gift to me, you—"

They had each other in this kitchen in this light with the city beyond the glass and Tuesday still forty hours away. He walked her to the bedroom and they spent the morning in the particular luxury of people who have just said something enormous and are now existing quietly on the other side of it, the lovemaking slow and unhurried and full of the specific tenderness of a morning that does not need to be anything other than exactly what it is. She lay against his chest afterward and listened to his heart and thought about the envelope on his kitchen counter and Celeste Harrow who had sent it and the four minutes at her kitchen table.

In less than half an hour, I rushed back, panting heavily. The moment I pushed open the door, the room was deathly quiet, and my heart sank. I stumbled into the nursery. Hubert was just walking out. The instant he saw me, his expression betrayed a hint of guilt. Then, he quickly smiled and took the cake from my hands. He looked up and called out to Belinay. “Honey, come down and have some cake.” I looked down at Charlotte. She was sleeping peacefully, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Chapter 59 Halle Wilder ~•~ I jolted awake, panting, my chest rising and falling like I had just run for miles. The sheets were soaked with sweat, and I pressed my hands against my chest to steady my breathing. My dream felt so real. It was still the same nightmare — my father wanted to kill me. I stood up from the bed and turned on the lights. Then I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. The coolness soothed my dry throat but it didn’t calm the storm raging inside me.