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Just like she read her horoscope every day and then later interpreted everything so that her day exactly matched it. All humbug. Shaking my head, I left the room, picked up a few more towels from the closet in the hallway and then disappeared into the bathroom with everything to just let this stressful day disappear with the water in the drain. Unfortunately that was easier said than done, because when I started to relax in complete calm under the hot water jet, the pictures of the day came back to me one more time. As soon as I closed my eyes for even a moment, I saw the gun of this handsome boy in front of my nose again and wondered if he had really shot. Was that the criminal Reese and hi

but before he could make any conclusions, the book was opened by itself, the dark pages kept on flipping none stop as if they were being blown by the wind, only that the room was completely closed with no openings for any wind. Both Sara and the priest were petrified. and in a second, she felt his grip loosen over her hair, followed by the rest of his body collapsing, Sara took a step away from him, not knowing what scared her most, the dark book, or the vicious priest who was lying motionless on the ground with his wide lifeless eyes completely white. he was dead, Sara thought. ripping her eyes off him, she looked at the book which pages were not flipping anymore, taking cautious steps towa

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

Every tug, every suck, every pinch sent sparks straight down between my legs. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy starting to throb and ache. The shame made it worse. I was standing on the path to an old haunted mansion with my shirt up and my breasts out while my friends played with me like it was nothing. Cassie pinched my right nipple harder, pulling it outward. “Look at how hard they are already. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Sophia?” I bit my lip harder, trying not to make a sound. Kendall sucked deeper on my left nipple, her teeth grazing the tip just enough to make my breath hitch.

I could feel it already—the thrum under my skin, the anticipation coiling tight like a fuse waiting for a spark. When I turned back, he was gone. For a second, disappointment pooled in my chest, sharp and ridiculous. But then I felt him again before I even saw him. Close. Too close. He’d moved. Now he was at the bar beside me, leaning against it with one elbow, his frame towering over mine. He didn’t speak. Didn’t even pretend to look at the bottles or the bartender. Just angled his body so I could feel the heat radiating off him, his scent cutting through the haze of sweat and smoke—clean, masculine, laced with something darker, something that smelled like trouble.

I say as he slides into the seat. He lifts my mug, reading the little chalkboard logo. “I’m full of surprises.” “Dangerous ones? “Depends. Is caffeine and questionable literature your definition of danger?” He smirks, loosening his coat. “What’s the book?” I glance down, then grimace. “Some wildly over-hyped thriller about a detective with a drinking problem. Groundbreaking, right?” Marcus leans over, plucking the book from my hands before I can protest. His shoulder brushes mine in the process, and my pulse spikes like it has no sense of boundaries. He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow.

Dark and pleased and deeply, deeply interested. He goes to his knees in front of his own desk... Pulls my hips to the edge... Looks up at me... And lowers his head. Arc 33: Wreck Season continues in Chapter 100...

Until I see her eating a snack-sized pickle while looking in my direction. She sucks on it seductively before biting a piece off. She winks at me. A cougar if I ever saw one. And while I’m not necessarily turned off by the idea that she would want to eat me alive, she doesn’t have the depth I’m looking for. Her eyes, while striking, are muddy. Glazed over, and I’ve seen a lot of eyes look at me in that way. They usually belong to women who enjoy being drugged up while getting fucked. Expecting everything to be done to

Eyes the color of wet stone. He looked at me the way people look at something they have already decided to keep. “Elena Voss,” he said. “Come in.” The room smelled faintly of cedar. Two armchairs facing each other across a low table. A single lamp throwing warm light. Behind him, a wall of books with titles I recognized from my father’s study. Experimental hypnosis. Dissociative states. The ethics of suggestion. I sat. He sat. The silence stretched until my pulse felt loud.

She must have seen my shock because she added: "Sorry Mr Matthews, I just hate to think it will never feel good, that I will always be frightened of a man's touch. I didn't mean anything by my question." I paused while I thought. I looked at pretty young Cindy sitting across the table from me, her ample breasts pushing against her silk blouse and my eyes were drawn to the soft skin of her cleavage. I made up my mind: I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. She might be tired, sad and vulnerable but all that meant was that now was the time to seduce this lovely girl. My cock stirred at the thought of taking Cindy but I knew I had to get this right because I didn't want my neighbor