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My body trembled, slick with sweat and arousal, every nerve ending on fire from the prolonged torment. He ripped the tape off roughly, the adhesive tearing at my sensitive skin, leaving my clit throbbing and achingly empty without the pressure. 'No!' I whined, my voice breaking into a pathetic plea, the sudden void making me clench around nothing. Zade laughed, a low, predatory sound that echoed off the glass walls overlooking the dystopian cityscape below—towering spires lit by flickering neon, a world of shadows and control. He tossed the egg-shaped toy aside carelessly, watching it roll under the desk.

My empire's net wrapping tighter every hour, no cracks for scum like Viktor to slither through. I'd raze the city block by block before letting shadows touch her again. The thought chain snapped sharp—a soft, broken sob drifting from the bedroom. Faint but unmistakable, like her nightmares clawing back through the dark. "Adrian... I bolted up, heart slamming— *** Hi everyone, thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this chapter, please like, comment and add my book to your library. Your support means a lot to me. sora

Voice so familiar drawl. My eyes pry open, slowly. The harsh light is gone; the curtains are drawn, leaving the room dim. And then standing before me is Xaden. He’s wearing nothing but low-hanging pants, his bare chest on display, muscles flexing with every subtle movement. For a split second, my mind betrays me... He almost looks like Damon. I grit my jaw so hard I can hear a sound. “What do you want, Xaden?” I spit, my voice edged with venom.

Once he was closer, he crouched down, stalking over my trapped form like a predator cornering its prey in a cave. I thought the tub felt smaller before. But now? It felt completely non-existent. There was nowhere left for me to shrink into. "Did you think I was done with you?" Riven asked, his voice dropping into a register so dark it made the hairs on my arms stand up. He loomed directly over my locked knees, his shadow swallowing me whole. "Open your legs for me, Adelina. Let me see how wet you got just listening to me." "Don't," I whispered, my voice trembling as my hands scraped fruitlessly against the tile behind my back.

My phone pings with a message. Marcus. ‘Errand reached Meridian okay? Hargrove confirmed.’ I look at the message. ‘Confirmed,’I type. I look at the word. I send it. And somewhere between the message sent and the next traffic light, something fast and ugly invades my head— before i can stop it, without any semblance of my consent — the image of her standing in my office with her coat open and her chin tilting up because she always has to tilt her chin up for me. Lips innocently parted and still glistening from gloss and—

Advika stared at him in disbelief. Her hands were still pressed against her stomach, but now the pain in her chest felt sharper than the cramps. She looked away from him, refusing to let him see the fresh tears gathering in her eyes. ------------------ hey guys how was the chapter tell me please support me here too . don't forget to comment. good night

He asked in his deep velvety voice. This was the question that I was dreading the most. What could I say without letting slip that they were coming here? How could I word it without alerting him to my dishonesty? I turned my head to face him, and I couldn't stop the grin that was spreading across my face. Azael furrowed his brow, and he tilted his head at me, as his eyes widened, while my own illuminated. He dropped my wrist and went to move, but it was too late, I ascended and burst into flames. He screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain. As my wings extended, the force of them pushed him backwards and the chair tipped back sending us slamming into the floor.

" I looked down at my leg, which was bent into the shape of an omega, and again I felt ashamed. I can't close my legs at all. It's a good thing Rowen can't see it. I waddled out on my legs like a duck, the sticky stuff trickling down with each step. I felt another wave of feeble shame. I swear I'm going to outlive Xavier, and when he dies, I'm going to dance on his grave with my two good legs. Rowen and Xavier are birds of a feather. Rowen follows Xavier's lead. It doesn't matter how close I am to him.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> NOVA Drax's office had one window, and it looked out onto the training ground, and right now Nova wished she was out there instead of in here. She took the left chair. Bren dropped into the right one with his arms already crossed, jaw already working on something. Caden didn't sit. He stood behind her left shoulder, and she felt him there the way she always felt him, that heat at her back her body had decided to track without asking her first.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.