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Joelle’s pulse hammered in her throat. She knew she was playing with fire. This man could ruin her career with one phone call. But the way he was staring at her mouth again, the way his cock jerked once as if reaching for her, made her thighs press together against the sudden ache. She licked her lips once more—slowly this time—and watched his eyes darken to charcoal. “Mr. Sinclair…” she whispered. “Ethan,” he corrected, voice dropping an octave. He took another step, close enough now that the wet tip of his cock nearly brushed the front of her uniform. “I think we’re past formalities, don’t you?”

The exact date circled on the calendar with red ink. The exact day when all his problem began and the exact day when he lost his innocence as a child. He’ll never be able to forget. It had haunted him for ages and it’s only just a few days away. A few days to go through the pain again just like he had done every year.

She had entrusted all of her, both body and soul to her Stephano. She stared at her reflection against the gigantic glass cladded wall in front of her. She could spot the dark purplish mark around the base of her neck. It was peeking out from her blouse jacket and she tried covering it. She hoped no one caught it on her while at the meeting. But damn it felt good to see his mark on her body. She recalled his teeth digging into her soft flesh in the heat of the moment. No doubt the hickey on her neck created an ugly colour to taint her fair skin but she didn't mind it at all.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

She say giving Margarita too whom appreciated and she exchanged them with a smile. "Martin is full already." Margarita tell. " Give him some water, while I return this." Ma Nicole say as she glance Margarita right earring seeing the low blinking of red light in the earring and she smirk walking back to the kitchen.

Just perfect as she thought. “Nice meeting you, sir. You can notify Lora if you have removed that part and we’ll arrange some time for that,” said she. Author's Note: Hello, I hope you enjoyed the story. Trace of Ink is about to end and I would love to hear your insights and critics. Please drop a comment, that would be much appreciated. Thank you :)

"I knew there was a brain in this huge egg head." Asshole. Eli ground his teeth but said nothing. "I believe everything happens for a reason," Silas murmured, circling him slowly. "Your temptation with Cassian is the turning point of your affliction." Unable to control his tongue, Eli snapped. "I suffer no affliction." Silas said nothing to that. He simply walked across the room and picked up something. When he turned, Eli saw a long, thin needle in his grip "This," Silas said, "is a tool. Not just a needle. It carries properties that mimic the pain of electric shock. So tonight, we’ll revisit your encounters. With Cassian. With the boy you sinned with in school. And every time you react ina

my brother says. I slowly lowered the bottle. Placed it back on the table. Then just stared at it. Trying to breathe normally again. Derrick is the CEO of Finlink. Of course I'll hear his name often like this. Of course I might see him often. Of course I'm still involved with him. There was no escaping him. "Kassy..." My brother called again. He sounded worried. I quickly coughed, clearing my throat. "Sorry." I forced a weak smile.

"We can't do this. Whatever happened last time was a mistake, and it's not happening again." "We both know it's not a mistake. You want me as much as I want you. Why do you keep denying yourself what you want?" He closed his eyes as if fighting an internal battle, and when he opened them, they were cold and the protector font was back on. "I am a golden guardian, and we don't give into our desires. It's an internal sin."

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.