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In a blur, he was in front of them, ripping the dead deer off the table so violently it shattered the glass wall of the beach house. “What the fuck?!” he growled, voice coated in rage. My stomach twisted in knots at the scene. Blood splattered. The pungent, raw smell of dead flesh hung thick in the air. A few of his men had been feeding—right on the kitchen counter, the same damn kitchen that shared an open space with the living room. “We were only hungry… that’s all,” one of them mumbled, heads bowed low. Their fear was visible. They trembled like leaves in a storm. Of course they did—he was Abaddon, after all.

"Fuck me, Adrian. I need you inside me. Please." "Not yet," he said, a wicked glint in his eye. He stood up and walked over to the buckets of paint. He returned with a large, open bucket of thick, white titanium white. "First, we make our masterpiece." He tilted the bucket. A thick, heavy stream of white paint poured out, splashing directly onto her chest. It was a shocking, sensual deluge. The paint was cool and heavy, pooling between her breasts and running down her sides in slow, sticky rivulets. It flowed into the dip of her navel, down her stomach, into her pubic hair, mixing with the black paint on her mound. She gasped at the shock, the sheer, filthy decadence of it.

The words I hate you rise in my throat but I keep it there, I have just had the best finger fucking and I am not ruining the atmosphere for anything else. “I will be gone for a very long time this time around” he says after a while, his finger caressing my swollen pussy slowly. “Where to?” “You do not need to bother yourself with that, Adeline,” he rasps out, “just be a good girl for me, okay?” Before I can even answer, his fingers fill my walls again and I throw my head back as pleasure surges through me once again.

Maybe her cold will vanish, maybe it will relieve her stress from the week, or maybe this will be her best fuck ever, and there will be no coming back from it. She had everything replayed nicely as she had conjured it in her mind. Her moans, screams, the movement of the cable car with every glide in from the back… she snapped back. His eyes are squinted slightly, his jaw clenched, brows slightly furrowed, and he looks like a predator ready to devour his prey, but Aria is not sure what hunger lingers in his eyes and what kind of dark desires are behind them.

I whisper. "Mmm, yes it was." Spencer says, smiling at Adalina. Adalina smiles and reaches down, running her finger through my cum on her boob. She pops her finger into her mouth, groaning at the taste. "Mmm, you taste so good." She whispers, smiling at me.

For a moment, for a few months, all is well. Until there is a moment in particular that breaks Xirrian. Adeline is laughing, seated as she paints. Xirrian cradles the pup in his arms and they talk about things far and wide. She paints as she hums, speaking to him. She asks that he not take a peek at her painting until it is done. And he obliges. When she finally shows it to him, she is bright and beautiful as she describes all the colors she's used and why.

It was a chilling sound, sending shivers down Adrian's spine. "Oh, my dear Adrian," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "You wound me with your lack of enthusiasm. After all, we do have unfinished business, you and I." Adrian clenched his fists, his frustration mounting. "Let's get this over with. What do you want?" Her form began to materialize from the shadows, revealing her sinister beauty. Her dark eyes locked onto Adrian's, sending a shiver down his spine. "I have a proposition for you, Adrian. One that could benefit both of us."

She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and hummed her favorite song. That same night, Tiodor returned. Frowning, he walked over to the mattress. When the young woman realized he was there, she sighed and approached him. Without saying a word, she unbuttoned his pants. Lison let himself be carried away by his impulses. She began her maneuver, his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back, only to bring it forward again. Libia looked up, her eyes meeting Tiodor’s. This man was wicked. It was wrong, but it felt so good.

Present day 2 years later, in 2017 Adeline’s POV: I awoke suddenly with a distasteful sensation. The domino effect of first seeing where I am; home? Check. What’s that awful smell; alcohol breath? Check. That toe curing sensation; migraine. Lavishing, amazing, lovely! I would say I would never go within a 5-meter diameter with alcohol but who am I kidding, I’ve said that since freshman year in university.

Rolling over, I cringe with pain when I look at my abraided ankle, knees and hands. Swallowing hard, I look at the horrific sight before me. Spider-like creatures are crawling across the ceiling and surrounding me. It’s a horrific sight to see. The creatures look like large spiders, with spines on their backs, long taloned claws, and razor-sharp teeth. Their eyes are red, and saliva falls from their chelicerae as they gaze hungrily back at me. None dare to approach me. Instead, they pace around me, which is super confusing.