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“I can’t do it. I’m nothing without you. You are my whole life, Harley, my whole life.” Seeing the hitman cry makes Harley freeze. He has seen Ronan bloody, injured and on the verge of dying, but he has never seen him shatter like this. He looks so vulnerable, unprotected, Harley wishes his hands weren’t tied so he could hug him. Breathing becomes increasingly hard as the tears mix with blood, drowning his lungs.

My cheeks burned now as I nodded. "Well, well, well, Niku, get the cameras set up." She opened her robes and let it fall down her body. I shuddered at the sight of her naked form. I had masturbated to her and her husband so many times. I groaned as I stared at her shaved pussy. Then Mr. Miller took his robe off. That big dick that had captured my imagination for months thrust out before him. He throbbed and twitched. I wanted to just drop to my knees and suck on his dick right here and now.

He is some that loves cheating, he can’t cheat with other girls while staying out in one location and not using his house. I reach the door to Harley’s rooms and still there is silence. There is something actually very wrong. I stand at the door and place my ears very close to the door as though my ears aren’t working from afar anymore. There is total silence. Now this has got me very worried. I know harkey and Kyles nd surely silenc dis not skemthifn they appreciate, I am sure something js wrong af this point. My eyes wide and I push the door open without even knocking. My eyes narrow and widen back as I see Harley seated on the bed totally unclad.

She opened her mouth to complain, but froze when her gaze landed on the images. It was Milana, riding a man in a cheap brothel room. She blinked, her mind racing for an excuse—she could say she was framed, that it was someone else. But as her eyes frantically flickered from photo to photo, the truth was undeniable. It was all her. Naked. Exposed. In various positions with different men—sometimes multiple men at once. And it was always that same cheap brothel room. Milana froze, her blood turning to ice. She was finished.

Harley said coldly. He was willing to resort to any means to achieve his goals. Tom found himself in a dilemma. The Black Moon Technique Scroll was important, but so was Miranda. At this moment, Aria and Miranda were petrified. They weren't afraid of death, but they dreaded the thought of being violated before dying. The idea of being humiliated by these creeps was more unbearable than death itself. "Do you want to watch your goddess being defiled by me?" Harley asked. Miranda and Tom exchanged a glance, feeling embarrassed. In this dire situation, they had no time to consider other matters.

My mouth dropped open when she pulled her pants alongside and she stood looking at me naked, with her head nipples pointing at me. “Have you gone mad Harley? Do you expect me to fuck you where my Catherine's ashes were dissolved?" I asked, pointing towards the river, and Harley just smiled at me, wiggling her boobs in my direction and coming closer to me. “And that would be mind-blowing if you let me ride you here," She whispered as she placed her hands on my chest and drew me closer to her. Now my body was touching her naked breath and her hard nipples pressed against my chest.

She hadn’t posed for any of the photos and Kelley had to stop himself from crumbling the mouse in his hand. Kelley closed the pictures and folders and erased where he’d been on the internet. He had more than enough to take his plan in another direction. JenCorp’s shares were selling fast but Hanson Chadney still had to buy in and big. He had other problems to take care of now and that was finding whoever was taking the pictures of Milana. The asshole had to get up close and personal for some of the pictures. Some of them were of her undressing, meaning the asshole had been on her balcony.

The ground rumbled beneath my feet. Harley clapped her hands together. “This is the best part. Can you feel it? The tension? The adrenaline? The anticipation of the race is almost better than the race itself.” “I doubt the dudes in the cars feel the same way.” “I don’t give a damn how they feel,” Harley said. Then she pulled off her red shirt. Underneath she was wearing a strappy black bra under a mesh tank top. Her black pants had gold buttons up the hips and the boots she wore came up over her knees. She stepped off the gravel and onto the pavement and walked out to the middle of the road.

Millie stopped in front of it, staring at the rippling surface, trying to steady her breathing. Behind her, Nina lingered silently until she was approached by someone. Millie turned her head to look. It was the same woman she’d noticed earlier during dinner—the older one in the sheer, elegant gown that clung to her curves like liquid silk. Beside her stood the young man, now completely naked. His lean, toned body gleamed under the lantern light, and Millie’s gaze unwillingly dropped to his exposed cock. He smirked, seemingly unfazed by her obvious discomfort. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away, her attention snapping back to the fountain.

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.