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A jolt shot straight between my legs. “I wasn’t—I forgot Mom’s sunscreen—” I stammered, face on fire. He chuckled, deep and dark. “Sure you did.” The screen was still open to his media folder. Thumbnails of him in every position, every filthy act, stared back at us. One video preview auto-played silently: him behind a girl on all fours, hand fisted in her hair, hips snapping forward with that relentless rhythm I knew by heart. My breath hitched. I couldn’t look away.

Dahlira’s moans grew guttural, her nails clawing deep gouges into the wood as her orgasm broke her body like a wave. By now the table was a battlefield of lust, rivalry, and shifting ownership. Women clutched their men tighter, others eyed rivals hungrily, some trembling at the thought of losing. The host clinked his glass once more. “Phase Four is complete. You have tasted dares that stripped you, traded men as though they were coin, fought with mouths and bodies for what you claim to own. But the night is long… and the next round will decide who loses, who wins, and who serves all.”

Belle walked into Midnight Sins for revenge — to destroy the dangerous man who ruined her sister. One night with Zack changed everything. He doesn’t do gentle. In the dark corners of the club, he claims her completely, turning her plan into pure addiction. What started as revenge becomes thirty nights of twisted games, public encounters, and rough domination she can’t escape. But Zack isn’t the only one who wants her. Henry, Skipper, Racheal, Nora, and Helen all circle her. Zack, however, is dangerously possessive. He won’t share what’s his. She came to break him. Now the monster is breaking her — body and soul. Welcome to Midnight Sins, where good girls get completely ruined and reven

She was too young. It was something else. Something I couldn’t explain. Dante noticed it too. He moved beside me. “Open it.” I looked at him. “What?” “Open the incubator.” “I don’t know how.” “There has to be a release.” Adrian was already examining the control panel. “It’s locked electronically.” “Can you override it?” “Maybe.” Eva came closer. “There’s something written here.” She pointed at the monitor. I leaned in. Below the words PROJECT FOUR, there was another line.

He looks at her. "A spider," he says. "A spider," she confirms. "I didn't know you saw that," he says. "I see everything," she says. "You know this." "I know this," he agrees. Night Four's envelope says: Sensual without agenda. The original was control and withholding. The new version is the opposite: I give you everything. No calculation. No strategic deployment. Just — here is all of it. This one doesn't require explanation. Night Five happens on a Sunday. The family is full — Catherine has the children for the day, Maya and Daniel are coming for dinner with Nathan and Serena who are in Missoula for the weekend. The house full of people who chose each other in all the different ways choosi

Four hundred dollars hit my balance with a loud chime. The message flashed across the screen in big bold letters: “Show me how you really touch yourself when no one’s watching.” My breath caught and my pussy clenched hard around my fingers. Holy shit. Four hundred bucks just like that. My heart pounded faster and a fresh gush of wetness slid out of me. “Jesus Christ,” I laughed, but my voice came out all shaky and turned on. “You don’t play around, do you, ShadowRoot? Four hundred dollars just to watch me finger my cunt like a desperate slut?”

She walked toward the window to close the curtains, but froze. Across the narrow yard, the lights were on in Alex Rivera’s bedroom. The handsome young neighbor stood completely naked after his shower, water still glistening on his muscular chest and abs. His thick, veiny cock hung heavy between his strong thighs, slowly hardening as he ran a towel through his dark hair. Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She knew she should look away but her feet wouldn’t move. “Oh my god,” she whispered, eyes locked on his body. Her hand moved without thinking, slipping inside her lace panties. Her fingers found her already wet pussy and started rubbing slow circles on her swollen clit.

Greys swirled, storms brewed, blues spread. When I thought he’d refuse, he surprised me as a chilling smirk curved his lips. And he pulled away completely, standing to his full height, looking down at me like a devil he was. “Four days. That’s all you’ll get. Fifth night, I want you here, we’ll have dinner, I’ll bring you flowers,” Tilting his head, his hungry gaze stopped on my lips. “And you, little bird, will be the wine.”

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It’s just… I look at the words on my skin once more, so Phoenix covers it up with his hand again. Everybody in the shifter community thinks it. It doesn’t matter if the wound will go away or not. Everybody already knows it. “It’s not true,” Phoenix growls. “Why else would I have four mates?” I ask, casting my gaze downward. “If I’m not…” If I’m not a slut. I can’t say the words, but I can think them.