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My body was shaking with the need building up, my nipples so hard they hurt against the tank top, and he stepped in behind me, his large hands palming my ass roughly, squeezing the cheeks hard enough to make me moan out loud. “That’s my girl,” he muttered close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms. “Now, let’s make this even better. I’ve already messaged two of your top subscribers—they’re anonymous, but they’re on their way over here. You’ll service them while I watch and give the orders. Make it filthy, Catherine, really put on a show, or the stream ends and your mom gets a full report.”

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When I steadied my ragged breathing, I stood up, tugged my dress down, and fetched something to wipe the mess that had spilled on the floor. Afterward I headed to my room, showered, and slipped into a short skirt plus a tank top that revealed my cleavage. One thing about Christian was that he adored me dressing this way, and I loved it too. I would continue wearing it to seduce and grant his sons effortless entry to my cunt. I curled up on the bed and attempted to pass the time by reading a smut novel, into which I became immersed. Even though I had received enough cock, reading this stirred my inner whore.

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

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Is he merely indifferent, or is there something buried beneath the frost in his gaze? Finally, I take the dagger, dragging the blade lightly over the tip of my finger. A drop of blood wells, falling into the vial beneath the inscription. A golden light flares, and the library opens. Yohan turns without a word and steps deeper into the chamber. “We’re looking for a book,” he says, voice low. “The Lost Frinx.” Evelyn nods and hurries off between the shelves. I follow Yohan, noting how his gaze moves sharply across the floating tomes, scanning for something specific. He isn’t fumbling. He knows exactly what he’s looking for.