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The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

She was like a succubus, tempting him, teasing him, and testing his self-control. He likes to keep the room dark to avoid showing his face to his one-night stands. Seeing his face flashed in a newspaper and everyone reading about his personal life is not a good start to his day. He likes to keep his identity a secret with his bed partners. But he had to admit, he liked the girl from last night. Not once, but they were at it until after midnight. She was so responsive and the sounds she made were hot. He would like to take her once more, but she runs away even after finding out who he is. He is an early riser. That means she must have left before sunrise. "Interesting" he murmured. His face i

"You southern boys are strange." "If think I'm strange for loving snakes then you are going to love this next bit of information… I'm friends with the corner who is also the mortician." I inform of this with a peculiar sense of satisfaction. "We are childhood best friends." "I stand by my statement, yeah buddy." The older man replies. "He isn't even in my top ten of weird. I've seen some stuff, man. Enough to believe just about anything." "Ma'lob Ja'at kab kiin, Tyron." A man who dark skin that has a reddish undertone, long black hair, and Aztec/Incan/Mayan-type tattoos greets carefully walking toward us.

Then, he looked at the window on the upper floor. *** “Why do you look so wrinkled?” Xander asked. “Just like the cloth that hasn’t ironed yet.” Xander approached Ansel after closing the magazine he was reading. Ansel was drinking the cold drink he was taking out of the fridge. His restrained emotion made him look like a man who was stranded in the desert. “Noisy!” Ansel left Xander while taking his drink with him. “Tsk! Day by day, he’s getting weirder,” murmured Xander.

💿 Disc 2 Theme : Deceit . . Ana Pov We stood at the entrance of the pit named Exotic . The neon red sign flashed brightly in dark. What the hell is so exotic about vampires getting drunk off drunker humans? Sounds more disturbing than exotic. Talon had shocked me by dressing with some class. He wore a gray button down dress shirt with black dress pants. He actual looked good but I wouldn’t tell him that. “Ready” Talon asked scanning my body for the hundredth time since we left the house.

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Is this place a brothel or what? We went in where a middle-aged man also looking somehow funny sat at the back of his desk, sipping a glass of a dark brown substance. I looked at Tyler and back at him. Why is his hair spiking at the ends like he was a descendant of Naruto Shippuden? “My mates tells me we have the most special visitors from the land of the animals.” He stood and came to stand in front of the desk, crossing his big arms in front of him, with his legs. “What a pleasant surprise I must say.”

Their bodies seemed to freeze as they stared at the three charismatic faces that immediately caught their attention. Jason and Kylie's eyes widened. So did Victoria, who had not expected the three handsome men to arrive at the right time. Meanwhile, Alena's brow furrowed. Her eyes were fixed on Darren, who was standing between Gavin and Adrian. A broad smile spread across Kylie's lips as she stared at the three handsome men in front of her. Obviously, Kylie knew exactly who the three men were. The most handsome and wearing a black suit was Darren, the CEO of the largest real estate company in America, Emerald Group.

The last time I checked his I*******m profile, he already had an excessive number of followers. Dhumas slid the laptop toward me, and that single sound—along with the drag of my fingers on the scroll wheel—filled the room. My throat tightened as my eyes flew over the information. There was little text under the main photo, followed by four images: one of me on stage with him beside me, a screenshot of my appearance in Zyan’s music video with captions describing me in each situation. The other two were of Maël. The first showed him shirtless in shorts, lying on a summer hammock, seemingly taken at a luxury club’s recreation area. The parallel image was of his role at the festival—the same pla

The bass thumped, the lights flashed, and the crowd writhed in a frenzy of lust and desire. It was a typical Saturday night at Club Xtasy, the hottest spot in town for those seeking a wild time. Amidst the sea of sweaty bodies, one figure stood out-a tall, muscular white man with a tribal tattoo snaking up his neck, a telltale sign of his true identity.