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Emily said. A crazy thought came into my head. I hardened my jaw. "There is actually one way." While taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. In the back of my mind, I projected the mating bond and the mental fortress I created, then with one breath I dispelled it. A strong wind of fury and jealousy and thirst for revenge blew through me. But I held my ground and ran to the other side of the mind bridge. Just as I stepped onto the base of Xander's mind, all sorts of senses came over me. I could read the way his body moved, hear his heartbeat, his point of view, and the rhythm of his breathing. I stomped the ground.

The world was hell again and I was on fire alongside it. The men kept going, fucking like they would be at it for hours, until finally I caught my fiancé's eye. “Wait your turn while we fuck your mom, baby,” Xander said, staring straight into my eyes without slowing his thrusts. “Take notes and get used to it. This is exactly what your life will be like after the wedding.” No shame. No remorse. Stone cold eyes. Only there was something different about them today. It was like I was seeing him for the first time.

Xander and Carolina read them at night, aloud, grading their literary merit—she with sharp disdain, he with reluctant amusement. And when the threats came too close, when the city’s nerves twitched, it fell to Xander to become the shield. The muscle memory was there, even if the muscle was sometimes literal metal: the instant calculation of best angles, the dance of interposition. Carolina hated it, this silent sacrificial calculus, but never complained. Instead, she stole his nights, pulling him into bed, building a wall of books and blankets and sweat between themselves and the outside world. One night, as they lay side by side, listening to the rain guttering down the windmill’s battered

he replied, holding me closer to his chest. I smiled as I tightened my hold around his waist, closing my eyes as I took a deep whiff of his scent- candlewood and lies. Seems he stopped using manipulation. I laughed at my joke. Tiana rolled her eyes and I poked my tongue at her. She's so real and annoying, I don't get why Xender can't see her. Maybe he's finally getting drowned in his sins. Perfect. I hated him too. Loved only his money and huge dick.

“I’ve waited forever to hold you. You’re mine. All mine.” She didn’t push him away. She didn’t even flinch. Her heart beat faster, but not from fear. From something… more. “You’re kinda intense,” she whispered, biting back a smile. “And you’re kinda perfect,” he shot back, grinning. “I could write poetry about your freckles.” Alana blinked. “Wait, I have freckles?” “You do now,” Xander declared proudly, then lowered his head, resting it right at the curve of her neck, right where the mark should go.

He moved his finger faster "Ughh ahhh r-reyz" “Say it Grace" He even moved it faster "yes I’m only yours please ughh ahhh"He flicked something inside that i cant handle the pleasure "Reyz ughh ahhh " "Dont cum baby" He lowered his head and ate me there while fingering me Fvck this is good! "Reyz let me cu-ugh um ahhh please" "Cum" and i cum while he drinks all my juices. "IM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN FUCK YOU GRACE"And he entered his shaft into mine

I counted to sixty seconds, then forced my weak body up and pulled open the hospital room door. Sure enough, I saw Eden yank Tiffany into his arms before kissing her fiercely. Tiffany pouted sweetly. “Darling, how much longer do you have to put up with that idiot?” Eden’s voice was hoarse with satisfaction. “Just seven more days. Once the wedding’s over and the system reward comes through, I’ll marry you.” [Warning! Host, please pay attention. The target’s emotional state is fluctuating abnormally. There is a risk of her affection level dropping!]

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I can tell they are really into each other because Sirena blushed when Xander said that to her. But I feel really bad for Faye because she loved Xander with all her heart, and she lost her baby because of him. Even though I should be mad at Xander, I can't. I didn't really know why Xander and my stepsister broke up or if it was just a one-night stand. Fabian grabbed a chair for me and after that he sat next to me, he put his hand on my thigh and slowly squeezed it, I felt the heat again within my body with just a simple touch.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m