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He begins to lick the woman hungrily, as if she would be his last meal, their moans fill the room as they continue their act. I feel a hand gently caress my waist and belly. “Don't cry.” He whispers. I touch my face in surprise and realize that I am indeed crying without noticing it. “This is the reason I will never give up on you. He always takes these girls without protection, and there are still many more. Heaven knows how many sexually transmitted diseases he has in his body. A chronic cheat like that doesn't deserve you.”

I asked retreating my hand. He wasn’t acting out of drunken confidence. He was clearheaded, sober and the agenda on his face was loud and clear. “I dont like drinking”, he said, his voice deep with an accent I wasn’t expecting. Italian. A chill ran down my spine, and it wasn’t because of how good he sounded. He had power radiating off him, unlike anything I’ve felt in before. Scars adorned his knuckles, but covered in black ink. His hands were steady, too steady to be considered mormal. The stranger was trained - in what? I had no clue.

He asks, changing the subject. I guess. The resort is gorgeous, but my friends are man-hating. Yep, pretty much. And I get it. I really do, but come on. We are on a gorgeous island with a ton of single hot men. We should all be embracing it. Have you been embracing it? Ryan asks, looking me over. Of course. A girl has needs. Plus, I don’t want to give myself carpal tunnel from flicking the bean too much. Ryan bursts out laughing.

sin called out as I made a crude gesture with my middle finger. "hunny seriously now where are you going? Sin seriously asked at he follwed me out the door. I put my hand upon his firm chest stopping him from advancing . I sweetly smiled at him as I put my hands upon my hips. "You don't really care about me in just one of your jobs" Sins face dropped a guilty look crossed his face. He didn't look me straight in the face “ you heard our conversation “ gaze went straight to my midsection to my prominent bump. “Heard.. what you think !” I maneuvered myself til I was in his line of sight and screamed in his face “ you could have just told me that this means nothing to you. I wouldn't be here if

Her voice was angelic, like music to his soul. “Yeah we went for the actual pleasure. What’s your name?” He demanded, letting his tongue brush her lower lip. “April. Just April.” “April huh? I’m Sin.” He watched her reaction closely. Her shoulders shook with mirth, “The name fits you.” She made the move to get out of his arms and Sin felt his arms subconsciously holding her tighter. The moment he realised what he did he unwound his arms from around her, gave her the space she wanted while he made himself busy by discarding the used condom into his bathroom bin.

he told me, “and you’re going to do it without making a sound. Understood?” I nodded, already shaking. He tightened the hand on my throat just enough to make the next orgasm hit harder. I bit down on my own lip and came around him in silence, clenching so tight he groaned. He fucked me through it, never slowing, until I was oversensitive and whimpering under my breath.

She feels increasingly self conscious when some women jeer at her plain looks. Nathan walks up to a bald man in his sixties. The man is one of the most flamboyant people Halsey has ever seen. He’s wearing a bright neon green suit made up of thick faux fur. His fingers are flashing several gold rings. The man has a short, stubby neck which is also adorned with heavy gold chains, sparkling so brightly that even Halsey is almost blinded. “Hans Sinclair,” Nathan nods. The strange man looks at Nathan from head to toe.

Melissa mumbled. “How would I know? Not as if I'm the one who brought her here," Sin replied. “I wasn't talking to you, d!ck head," Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes. Melissa, you can call her a badass b!tch, a crazy psycho, your choice. She's very good at archery and has some pretty interesting skills. She and Sin are always on each other's neck. Sinclair, but he prefers to be called Sin. Free-spirited, a playboy who chases anything under a skirt. However, don't take advantage of his kindness; he's second in command after Aurelio, closest to Aurelio himself, let's say a cheerful devil.

Silas Kane moved around me in silence. He didn’t speak much. He never had to. His presence was enough tall, broad-shouldered, late thirties, with quiet, terrifying stillness. Short dark hair, sharp jaw, and black eyes that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. He wore a simple black shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms covered in faded tattoos. Every movement was deliberate. Controlled. Like he had all the time in the world to break me. I tried to steady my breathing as he circled me slowly. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it between my legs. Shame burned my cheeks, but so did a dark, unwanted heat pooling low in my belly.

Outside, the city was awake — people rushing to work, businesses opening, life continuing as if nothing dangerous was already in motion beneath it all. But Adrian wasn't part of that rhythm. Not today. His phone remained in his hand for a moment before he locked the screen and set it aside. Everything was already in place. All that was left… was execution. The car turned off the main road, heading deeper into the quieter outskirts of the city. The kind of place where normal people didn't go — and dangerous people met without interruption. A place without records. Without witnesses. Without mercy. Adrian didn't speak the entire ride.