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Felix's expression turned cold, and he spoke with anger, "I'll go, who is the idiot spreading these rumors? Damien is unbeatable in the universe, cool and handsome!" "Damien? Who is he?" "It must be the boss!" "The poor and the detestable are counting their chickens before they hatch, disaster will strike them tomorrow!" ... Felix didn't have time to deal with the I*******m Live, so he signed out and went to check the trending topics on blogs.

Almost. "This ain't the siren!" He was dressed too plainly to be one of our regulars. His worn off-white button-up was rolled back to expose hairy forearms, cheap light wash jeans of a dad variety only enhanced by nondescript sneakers. He was young, early twenties, and his cheeks ruddy with too much drink as he slurred: "She just a normal hot chick! You said this club had exotic girls!" "It's what the brochure said!" This came from an apologetic slip of a man who kept wringing his hands, his hair was a mousy brown betraying his skittish nature. "I mean we did get to see a cow girl."

And that night in the apartment. "Alright, so BoyXGirl... Register..." She typed on her laptop in bed. "Ha! That's easy! Complete your profile... Seems simple, I'll copy this one from Cosmopolitan magazine... and add... 'Do you want to stroll through the mansion?' What does strolling through the mansion mean? Well, let's say yes... Oh, it looks like a hallway with several doors! Let's look at the first one..." Her brown eyes widened when pictures of several half-naked men appeared: "Mine is 22 centimeters, so you won't regret putting it in your mouth... I'm Adonis, and I'm affectionate, I have it wet and ready just for you... My name is Alan, and I love to savor it..."

At first I felt the pain as if I was being cut in the middle, but soon it was replaced by a strange taste that I can't explain. "Ahhh..... Ohhh..." I only moaned as I savored the taste of his riding now that I slipped through the tunnel. "Ohhh... shit... It feels so good. Damn, you're so fucking tight baby, you're squeezing my dick," he mumbled along with cursing while moving on top of me. It's like a person addicted to a sex and just now tasted it again. Until it seems that there is a strange tension building up in my heart and something wants to come out that I don't know.

Although the shade room posted paparazzi photos of Alia Bancroft and Isabella leaving the penthouse yesterday, they didn’t post anything about Dara’s address, nor did they post the photos of Alan. What’s even worse, though, is that TMZ, E!, and HollywoodLife posted some selfies from Isabella’s I*******m page. It’s still set to private, meaning that one of her 150 followers must have sent screenshots of her posts to various media outlets. The photos are… cute. Too cute. Alan can barely look at them without his dick getting hard. Even though he despises himself for it, he actually ends up jerking off to his favorite one: a beaming selfie of Isabella kissing someone's dog.

"Is Nyla exposed for coming between Damon and me?!" "No, it's your photos with the male model that got out. They've been posted online, and there are several pretty revealing ones. People online are calling you out!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Hop in, lady." I laughed as I shook my head before hopping in. I let him decide where to eat breakfast cause he seems much more familiar with this place than I was. I guess he was always here, maybe he lives here like he was one of the few who dared to escape the loud city. I didn't know much about Ecstasy Land. I was lazy when it comes to researching. All I know was this place was an escape; an island built by billionaires for people's deepest, darkest, and kinkiest fantasies.

Broderick clicked his tongue and said, "You were browsing Gerald's Moments, liking his abs photos. How come you didn't feel like he was sexually harassing you?" Gisselle glanced over and said, "Who did they harass by posting on their own Moments?Did you think theyareas cheap as you?" Broderick twitched at the corner of his mouth, "Little bandit, as someone who has been through it, let me tell you that men who like taking pictures of their abs are either scoundrels or gay, at least ninety percent of them. Just bemore mindful, you silly."

The wolf who ruined me stood at the altar—as my mother’s new stepson. My knees nearly buckled. The chapel was moving, it was filled with whispers and sharp glances, but none of it mattered. My eyes locked on his. Damon. Storm-gray, burning. Like they’d never stopped searching for me. The half-mark on my wrist seared to life, heat so sharp I almost cried out. Jinx whimpered inside me, low and hungry. Mine, she moaned, stretching like a cat in heat. Gods, he looks even better now. Please tell me we get to climb him like a tree tonight.