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Pulling out my phone . “Put your number in, hot stuff,” I said, handing him my phone. All my shame and previous racism melted away instantly. He grinned silently. He seemed like a man of few words. Just how I loved my men. I gave him a slutty suggestive look, smattering my lipstick at him. I wanted his massive black cock doing all the talking, stretching and pounding deep inside my gripping, dripping pussy. He punched in his number. The grin never left his handsome face. I knew exactly what he was thinking—how could this tiny woman possibly take him? But I had taken more thick BBC than medicine in my life. I loved it. I was almost addicted to it.

As I walked by my sister, she bumped hips with me. I didn't masturbate in the shower; in fact, I let the water run cold. When I opened the bathroom door, the lights were out, and Les stood by the bed looking at me. I had my towel wrapped around me and I walked to my side. The air seemed thick with energy. We stood on each side of that bed, the only light coming from the partially closed bathroom door, that same noir feel. We looked at each other for a few seconds. The words formed in my mind, but I could not say them. I watched Les, her mouth opened a little, then closed. She crossed her hands in front of her and moved them up and over her head taking my shirt with them. I flicked the towel,

No it can't be his number" She said looking text message from unknown number. She didn't want to talk Reyan within second a text come. Unknown : I have arranged your note, meet me tomorrow in library, Good night. Taking a breath of relief she replied. Arina : Thank you good night. ******* Reyan was in his room looking his laptop continuously with smirk seeing Arina going out from hotel, Anklet shining in her ankle giving his satisfaction. "You don't know Redhead what I have planned for you" He said opening software tracking her location. "King, Lord wants to talk to you" Charlie said coming inside with phone. Taking his phone reyan dismissed Charlie and asked " Hello My lord. "Why did you in

Alli’s POV Lena’s apartment smelled like lavender and popcorn. It was clean in the way only a single girl’s place could be—succulents on the windowsill, throw blankets artfully tossed over a plush gray couch, the faint buzz of a true crime podcast coming from the Bluetooth speaker. Alli stood in the middle of the living room with her bag still in her hand, her body vibrating like a tuning fork someone forgot to stop. Lena didn’t press her. She just handed over a cold bottle of Topo Chico and motioned toward the couch.

Chapter 4 Lila's pov I opened the door on Saturday night wearing that backless dress with the high slit up my thigh. My lips were painted red. Xavier stood there in his suit, and the second his eyes landed on me, they went dark. “Jesus, Lila,” he said, his voice dropping low. “You are trying to kill me.” I bit my lip and looked him up and down. “You clean up pretty well yourself.” His eyes moved over me slow, stopping at my waist, my hips, the way the dress hugged everything.

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I was just upset. I sent the message to Vikas. I shouldn't have shouted at him. Sometimes your mind makes you do the things which you never want to do. Vikas: It's okay, I understand. I replied to him with the smiley emoji. Anu: What's up, my Inaya? Anu messaged me on W******p and I opened it. Inaya: Just using my phone. You tell? Anu: Are you thinking about our hot professor? I frowned. Why she is, again and again, talking about him?

I said, trying to start a conversation. "A lot," she laughed. * * * "Clarison is a beautiful name" I smiled. "I know," she laughed. "So, why don't we go to a hotel and you know" I licked my lips. "I get what you are saying. Let's go already" she said as she stood up, wiggling her hips as she walked. * * * Clarison Mitchell 'This man is even easier to fool than I thought' I smiled at him as we entered the room.

“That’s… disturbingly hot when you say it like that.” Lucien tilted his head, a wolf’s smile curving his lips. “Disturbing is half my profession.” Noah hummed, then leaned back in his lap, one hand braced on Lucien’s chest, the other still hovering near the spread of case photos. His eyes gleamed with that restless, clever mischief Lucien had learned to recognize—the spark of Noah’s brain refusing to sit still even while his body stayed pliant. “Then,” Noah drawled, “why don’t we do something completely insane?”

He lifted me onto the table and pulled my wet panties down. “You are dripping,” he whispered. He pushed inside me in one smooth move. I moaned loud. He fucked me right there on the table. Deep and fast. I came quickly shaking in his arms. He followed soon after filling me with his warmth. We held each other after. But my phone buzzed on the floor. I picked it up with fear. New message. A picture of me and Liam having sex just now. The text said: “Nice show. Tomorrow night at the warehouse. Bring everything. Mr Havisham and Julian will be waiting. One mistake and Chloe dies first.”