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I wish I hadn't looked. My breath hitched as I stared at the screen. There, in full view were pictures. Of Valerie. Naked. In various explicit positions. In one of them, her hand was playing with her tits; in others, I'd rather not say. Messages popped one after another: I’m waiting here for you, I'm horny again...

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To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga

Hips undulating and her body weaving with the slow, sensual music, she strokes herself, caresses herself. I want to get between her thighs and bury myself in her. In the background, Frank mutters. "Fuck me...." Mitch slips hands behind her neck, raising her hair, then sits, backing up beside me, offering me the clasp of the halter. I unfasten it and the halter falls, exposing a slender waist and smooth, sculpted shoulders. The only break in the perfect skin is a small tattoo of a butterfly behind one shoulder. I pause, a hand resting at the top of either arm.

Even now as she stared back at the screen her eyes fixed on that narrow box, Hailey knew what to put as the password. She inserted her name and the windows loaded then the desktop appeared with so many icons. And she pressed the icon that first came to her mind. It was, after all, that icon that she'd pressed into before. And apart from those two videos of her standing in the middle of the rain and then in front of a hospital, there were several more videos and also photos that accompanied them. Videos and photos of her going back and forth into the diner. In those images, Hailey was pregnant. She was heavily pregnant. Her bump was very big.

He had thought that he would be the groom. Her phone chimes again and then she reaches for it. Jason snatched it and opened the notification. His eyes darken seeing Hailey's photo in a bikini. It was a week ago. Then her photo in a shower naked while she's rubbing the soap on her body. He immediately copied the IP address and he started searching the location. "What is it?" She peeked on it and she got pale. She shakily took a blanket and covered her body.

“And find something useful to do with yourself.” Hanna slowly stood up, her eyes gleaming with a different kind of fire now. She began pulling off her clothes right there in the middle of my study, the fabric sliding down her body until she stood completely naked. Her breasts were full and perky, nipples already hardening in the cool air, her waist slim, hips curving invitingly, and between her thighs, her shaved pussy on full display. She had a nice body—tight, toned from hours at the gym and expensive treatments. Any other man would have been rock hard instantly.

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

He would’ve been off the bed in no time, ripping Tunde's limbs off one by one until he got the fucking answers he wanted. Halle stood before him, her beauty accentuated by the soft light that filtered into the room. Her long, thick Afro cascaded down her back, and she wore a cotton dress that resembled a nightgown. Her eyes held a hint of sadness, a vulnerability that only added to Xavier's internal turmoil.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.