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The man yelp angrily kicking her towards the others. " Are you okay?" Becky asked worriedly, she was quite worried that the skinny little girl, may died of hit once more time. Nana painful grit her teeth. It was almost like men in this F world one, don't know how to treat a lady gentle. System notification: ( Name: Christopher Zelda Age:??? Setting: Counter fodder Character: Vile and evil. He the father of the emperor and General Adam and also your grandfather.) Nana almost burst in laughter. The villainess grandfather was a human trafficker... Wasn't this world getting confusing by every minute.

"You love her Liam" "Shut your mouth, I don't" "You have never been protective of any woman. You let her use your shirt" Kim recognised the shirt on Cameron's body. It belonged to Liam. It was one of his favorite shirts that he never lends to anyone but this morning, he told her to wear it. He wanted to control himself from touching her so he wouldn't end up not going to his company. That didn't work because despite the manly shirt, she was looking ravishing and sexy.

The grovelling man cups his face as he tumbles to the side. “Lift him up,” Don Valentino orders darkly as he removes his jacket, handing it to one of the five men under his command in the room, and he slowly begins to roll the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms. Nibbling on my lower lip, I admire the tattoos that decorate his toned forearms, but I quickly look away when Don Valentinos’ gaze collides with mine. When I look back at him, his gaze finds mine again, and he reaches into the pockets of his slacks, extracting a pair of gold-dusted knuckle busters.

The doors are locked, meaning I’m trapped in here with the only person that can open it and that happens to be none other than the bane of my existence! What choice did I have than to slowly turn and behold Nicklaus amused expression. He looked happier than a child losing a tooth and I couldn’t understand why. My eyes took in his appearance. He was embedded in jet black clothings as usual but somehow he makes it seem more dashing than just a black pants paired with a corporate shirt. With a few buttons undone and his sleeves folded up he looked charmingly breathtaking. The dangerous type of charming. His white skin contrasting his black hair and outfit gave a monotone theme while his sharp e

What do you think? Liam had a headache as he looked at the leader's high and mighty expression, and he shook his head helplessly. All villains had a common problem. They loved to spew nonsense. Liam shook his head and said, "I don't think much of it." A subordinate standing at the side was the first to be on his feet, and he shouted, "How dare you speak to our leader like that? Do you have a death wish?" The leader pushed his chair away and stood up, holding up his steel rod and waving it about. The five men behind him also followed his lead and stood up.

I watch him get in his closet to change, and I turn to Ansel with a smirk. “I feel so accomplished right now.” “Of course you do, you little psychopath.” “Don’t pretend you weren’t fighting for your life not to laugh, and that you didn’t hate that shirt, even a little.” He lifts his Hands in surrender. “Guilty as charged.” I’ve hated that shirt since I first saw him wear it when he and Ansel came to help me train by the riverside. I mean it’s a pretty nice shirt, but the obscene inscription makes me want to burn it every time I see it on him. What do you mean by “All the ladies…take them off for me”? I’d tolerate it if it ended at that and left people wondering what the meaning was, but no.

More girls. More collars. More bruises. One was spread wide open. One had cum dripping down her thigh. One was crying with a gag in her mouth and her tits squeezed tight in a leather harness. Romano chuckled. “Fucking Russians. They don’t even pretend anymore. Just throw ‘em on the floor and take turns.” Dominic finally looked up. “Leone brought me these. Said it was a gift. Said I could pick one. Said I’d be doing business with kings.”

I asked, looking at him with a puzzled look on my face. “No, I wanted it to be only the top shots, no lower class.” He replied, leaning close. “What?” Donald exclaimed in a confused tone. “You didn't mention any of these, besides we need enough boobs, asses and muscles at the party.” He said, winking at Nathaniel. “Or do you want it to be filled with just the old school top shots you want?” I asked, as I broke into a loud laughter while the rest joined me. “Happy birthday, Daniel and Nathaniel.” A pretty redhead said, as she passed us.

Dark hung up, staring silently at the ceiling… as if facing his own private battle. Meanwhile, across the globe, the villainess Levie was celebrating. Wearing sunglasses at night, carrying an envelope like it was an award, she strutted toward the hospital with her bodyguards beside her. “Whahahahaha!” she squealed as she leaned back on the car seat with built-in air freshener. “I can’t WAIT to see the face of that maid when I slap her with the truth that Dark’s so-called GOLDEN SPERM… is FAKE! And what he really has is SILVER SPERM! Budget sperm! Hahaha!”

she said and I laughed. “It wasn’t that bad,” I said and Levi smiled. “Excuse me? I came home to find blood outside and Levi’s bloodied shirt in the trash,” Thalia said. “That was my favourite shirt,” Levi said and I laughed again. “Levi, it was a plain white t-shirt,” I said to him. “It was my favourite plain white t-shirt,” he said and laughed. “So who won that fight?” Thalia asked and Levi and I looked at each other.