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“⁠I’m not okay with t⁠his. This isn’t us.” “But that’s wh‍y we’re he‍re,” he frowned. “I don’t want t⁠his,” I sa⁠id. “I do. Come on,” he said‍, tuggi‌ng​ a​gai​n. I grabbed my dress and bra,⁠ holdi‌ng th‌em to m⁠y ch‍est. “It doesn’t feel‌ right.”‌ Conrad got mad quie‍tl​y. “You wouldn’t say no if it was him.”​

He slices through the paper with slow precision, a subtle tightness in his jaw. Inside, nestled like a secret in a bed of crisp black tissue, is a book. A hardcover. Matte black jacket. White serif font. The Tangled Truth A Novel He freezes. The title registers like a whisper in his bones. Familiar. Haunting. His gaze falls to the author’s name printed below the title in small, elegant script: F. H. His heartbeat falters. He sits down slowly, almost mechanically, and opens the book with careful hands, his fingertips grazing the pages like he’s touching something holy. Each page exhales secrets. Each word unfurls a tether.

His knot. It pressed insistently against Hayden’s entrance, stretching him impossibly wide with every thrust, teasing, pushing, threatening to catch. Ohas’ breath grew heavier, his thrusts turning erratic, more desperate, his voice breaking as he whined, “Please, Haze—please let me—” And then, with one final push, his knot caught, locking them together.

Being accused of taking drugs messed with a person's reputation, but he couldn't help himself. Tessy rolled her eyes inside her mask and wished he could see the frown in her face. Blaze always made things quite difficult, always asking a lot of annoying questions and when she stretched out a hand for the money, she wasn't surprised when he just looked at her face and laughed out.

But my gift has other plans. The tethers are everywhere. Dozens of them, maybe more. Each one a thread of energy snaking through the air, shimmering in unnatural colours. Some are soft and pale, faintly flickering, but others are harsh and vibrant. They dart like lightning bolts. They twist around strangers as they walk past me, coiling around bond groups holding hands, tangle through children laughing and crying and screaming.

, she shrugged. "Oh just like Connor and Lowell, you remember them, right? We met yesterday" I paused, waiting to be sure she knew them. She nodded, gesturing for me to continue. "They are also three, and I wonder if their older brother Ralph feels that way sometimes." I was almost done with my makeup and was applying blush. I looked up at Tasha and admired her. She really knew how to play with colours. "Phew, look at us, Tasha, looking all glammed up for a nonexistent occasion" I pouted my lips and posed even though we were not taking any pictures.

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Cross had unbuckled his pants and was slowly stroking his cock while he ate her out. Amara was incredibly sexy, and watching her face twist and contort as she came made his cock impossibly stiff. He tugged on his cock, sticky pre-cum oozing from his tip, and fantasized about finally pounding her sweet pussy. Her toes curled and her pussy rippled around his tongue as she came all over his face. Her pussy dribbled more syrupy sweetness from her hole. He wanted to bathe his cock in the wetness she was producing; but not yet.

“So… what’s happening? Talk to me, Ava.” Ava exhaled shakily, fingers twisting around her cup. “It’s… It’s a lot. Tristan. Xander. Everything. I don’t know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m losing control of everything.” Harper’s gaze softened but didn’t let her off easy. “You’ve been playing with fire. This… throuple thing— it’s not stable. You’re walking a tightrope between two very unsure men, and neither of them plays by the rules.”

“Tell me something not work-related.” Ainara raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” “Like… are you seeing someone?” Ainara hesitated. “It’s complicated.” Tasha grinned. “That’s the best kind.” They laughed, and for the first time in days, Ainara felt lighter. They talked about college, travel, dream projects, and the weirdest clients they’d ever had. Then Tasha said, “We’re going home the day after tomorrow, right?” “Yup. Project’s on track. We deserve a little shopping.”