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Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

James became interested in the topic and sat down to analyze it. "Well, you see, there are two types of people in the situation you described." "The first type is those who would feel something. These people have poor self-control and can feel attracted to someone as long as the environment and the person are right." "The second type is those who, no matter the environment, won't feel anything if the person isn't right for them." "These people are more loyal and usually only love one person. Once they fall in love, it's hard for them to fall out of it. That's what young girls nowadays call a ‘loyal dog,’" James explained.

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he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm. ‎Goosebumps were all over my body. ‎"I'm saying it's wrong. It's a sin," I repeated, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step closer to him. ‎The way we were talking was already making me so horny and causing some wetness to pool at my core. The forbidden nature of our attraction made it almost impossible for me to resist him at that moment. ‎"What more can I say? I love doing forbidden things. The fact that it's forbidden makes me want to have you more, it makes it more thrilling and exciting," Tyson said huskily before leaning forward and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

The ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers and fake smiles. Isabella stood beside Damien in her custom white gown, the silk so thin it clung to every curve like a second skin. Cameras flashed as guests toasted the “love story” of the year. No one knew the truth—this was a cage dressed in diamonds. Damien’s large hand rested possessively on the small of her back, fingers slipping under the low-cut fabric to stroke the bare swell of her ass.

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Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."

Many girls tried to seduce him, get in the way to steal him from me, even Meryl tried it, but they didn’t win. I was the only one who could do it. I stole Adrian and nobody could do the same, to steal him from me. “I loved this ass as much as I love your pussy, wife.” Adrian moaned as he spilled his semen outside my butt. We were at the balcony, fucking. “I love you, Adrian.” He smiled and hugged me. “I love you more, Frances, my wife.”

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

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