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I thrust in, deep and sudden, her cry echoing off the high ceilings, her walls gripping me tight. I moved, slow at first, savoring the way she writhed beneath me, her blonde hair fanning out like a halo she didn’t deserve. Her hands roamed my chest, my arms, pulling me closer, and I picked up the pace, each thrust harder, deeper, the bedframe rattling against the wall. She met me, hips rolling, her power—alpha-born, unyielding—crashing into mine. The room filled with the slap of skin, her gasps, my growls, a symphony of sin that drowned out the cult, the plans, the weight.

She begs between sucks and pops of my shaft, squeezing his thigh for green, and she’s definitely earned it. Worth every penny for sealing the partnership, as much as letting me finally release the heaviest load my nuts have ever felt. Chapter 1.46 Heather, By Vince

"Tell me how much you missed me." Her lips crashed against mine, stealing my breath, igniting the fire already burning in my veins. I melted into her, into the heat, the power, the feeling of being completely unchained. This was power. This was freedom. And I was never going back. --- End of Chapter 18

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

CHAPTER 4 VICTORIA I was still trembling, slick dripping down my thighs, his seed heavy inside me. My legs wouldn’t close, not with how wide he had split me. He didn’t let me rest. No—Azareth was too hungry. His horns scraped the low ceiling as he leaned closer, his crimson eyes glowing like embers. The corners of his lips pulled into something cruel, beautiful, terrifying.

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Milena~ The door slams shut behind Dragomir, leaving the chamber in heavy silence that presses down on my chest like a mountain of stones. I lie there on the bed for what feels like forever, the torn pieces of the green Victorian gown barely covering my body. My limbs feel heavy, broken. I try to stand. Goddess, I try so hard. I push myself up on shaky elbows, but the soreness attacks me immediately. My pussy burns with fierce, raw pain, throbbing as if it is still being torn apart from the inside. Every small shift sends sharp fire radiating through my core. It hurts so much I hiss through clenched teeth and collapse back onto the edge of the bed, legs trembling.

“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.