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he murmured. He led her to an unused servant’s room near the east wing, dim and forgotten. The lock was simple; he had noted it weeks ago. Once inside, he closed the door gently. Her eyes widened. “Sudan… what...” “Shh,” he whispered, letting charm coat his words. “No one needs to know. I just want to show you something.” She trembled, curiosity battling fear. Young. Impressionable. Hungry for approval. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Obedience isn’t everything,” he said quietly. “Sometimes desire pushes people further than rules ever could.”

The crowd chanted. Fuck… just how many times can these boys spurt a load? I thought they were done after the first one. In a matter of seconds, ropes flew in every direction. Blond’s thick milky blasts landed across my forehead, grazing dangerously close to my eyes. Ginger plunged into my mouth, forcing my lips to seal tight around his straight shaft as he pumped surge after surge down my throat, the chunky salty taste mixing with the bitter coat Latino left earlier. Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble.

Arc could too. The voice yelled out again, closer this time, "Take your fucking hands off my chair, Marty!" The door burst open, and Grey appeared, looking even more disheveled than before. His blue shirt was stained with what could have been coffee, and his face desperately needed a shave. His bushy hair was a tangled mess, crying out for a comb. He was barefoot, and his arms were folded across his chest, his expression unyielding. A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable.

The world around her was gradually bleached of all the colours that possibly existed in the world, leaving everything in black and white, nothing but greys filling in the empty blanks left behind for her to see. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five Did she want to die? Did she truly want to stay still and let whatever comes next really come to fruition? Did she really want to let her mother win this? one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five Did she really want to prove her mother right that she was some sort of useless cunt who really did nothing but sit on her ass all day

Keenly, I went after Abigail, my best friend's girlfriend, as she tottled down the hallway by herself, her blue Nike tracksuit was smeared and reeked of fresh blood. I gripped my bag tightly and probably didn't have the time to breathe. For some reason, she smelled so good, like bacon after a long hike. She staggered like an injured deer. She was the prey, I was the predator. ~~~~~~ Just like grades in the high school system, Vampires are hierarchical, from the most powerful and unstoppable down to the less powerful and easily tamed. The first in the order of hierarchy are the; BLACK–eyed Vamps, the darkest. Followed is the RED–eyed Vamps, the most raging, then BLUE–eyed Vamps, the peaceful.

“But I decide the order.” His smirk widened slowly. “Oh?” I turned to look at all three of them. “Grey,” I said. Grey’s expression didn’t change. But something shifted in his eyes — something hot and certain — and he reached up to undo the first button of his shirt. Kaden groaned. “Of course.” “You’ll get your turn,” I told him. “I better,” he muttered, sliding off the bed, though the way he looked back at me said he wasn’t even a little bit upset.

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

Professor Kelvin’s eyes were almost black with lust now. He gripped my hair tighter and pulled me off his cock with a wet sound. His chest heaved as he stood up, towering over me. “Stand up,” he ordered, voice gravelly and commanding. “Turn around and bend over the desk. Hands flat on the wood.”