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he told her. "Yes Sir," she replied, obeying him. "Your name is Todd, is that correct?" he asked the young man. "Yes Sir," he replied breathlessly. He was staring at Sarah, his cock growing hard in his pants. "Sarah here is my sex slave. She will do whatever I command her to do. Do you think she's sexy?" he asked. "Hot damn, yes, she's sexy," Todd replied. "Would you like to fuck her?" the voice from the phone asked.

A lot of people stayed away from me because they considered my father harsh and dangerous. Alexander had not corrected the man that I was not one of his Suka. The smirk on the man's face was evident. He must have thought that I was a prostitute. "Petrov," Alexander called in a deadly tone, maintaining eye contact with the Chinese man. However, he was actually calling on the Russian man, who turned to look at him. “Yes, Viper”, Petrov replied. Viper? I almost laughed at the nickname, but I was able to stifle in my laughter without letting any of the men know that I was about to laugh.

This man was handsome though. She knew there were handsome men somewhere on this earth whose handsomeness exceeded that of her ex Johnny.But this man before her was above them all. Even the hospital's director's handsomeness is a bit behind when compared to this man.His was bewitching. The one that can topple cities. It didn't make him look girly though. The man’s face was sculptured finely. Every part of his face and every line was perfect and flawless.His facial features were very three- dimensional and deep, with a pair of cold and deep eyes, a tall nose bridge, and sexy and alluring thin, tight lips.He had a noble temperament and exuded a cold aura from all over.There was no expression o

Kristin slid around on her stool, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor as she spotted the man who'd entered the pub. Talk about a hot man on the hoof. She guessed his height at about five ten, with neat, short brown hair, a muscular compact body accentuated by the T-shirt stretched across his shoulders and the jeans that emphasized his strong legs. Even in the low light of the bar, she could see he had about a three-day scruff decorating his jaw line, just enough to be sexy and send out a message to her misbehaving hormones.

I slowly turned my head. A man stood at the edge of the clearing. He was massive, his shoulders broad enough to block out the fading sun. He wore dark tactical gear, his black hair shaggy and unkempt. But it was his eyes that stopped my breath. They weren't amber or blue. They were the color of cold flint, sharp and unnervingly intelligent. "Grayson Cole," I breathed. He didn't move, yet he seemed to fill the entire space between us. "Savannah Reed."

The smell of rotten dead bodies, blood and sweat filled the room, the big guy chained to the chair had his head hanging down low, he opened his eyes at the sound of approaching footsteps, seeing the man in front if him, standing in a casual T shirt and jeans, he immediately threw himself down, causing the chair to make a loud thud and bending with him. "Please." His voice came out smaller than a whisper "You should thank God, you're gonna die today, a lifetime of suffering would've been fun though." He looked up, "Please, no, please, I will do whatever you want me to, please-" "Shut up, I can smell your stinky breath even from here, you're more than stupid for someone so big and strong, none

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.

The other party is a man, but he is a man whose consciousness is unclear, has a high fever, and his clothes cannot be changed. Biting her lip lightly, she stood before the man, reaching to remove his clothes. He wore only a white suit; his collar and cuffs were immaculate, unlike a beggar. The buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his body that the rain had frozen, his forehead was hot, but his body was cold. "Cold..." The man shrank a little, the cold making him only groan intermittently. Demi Moore took the towel gently close to his body, feeling the cold spread from her fingertips. She quickly wiped the rainwater on his body, then brushed his hair; maybe because it was wet with rain

—he winks—“from all the heat.” Is he flirting with me? “Um, some water would be nice.” I tremble as he holds the bottle to my mouth. My lips part, and he tilts it until the cold water trickles down my throat. I don’t know what it is about the act, but my body is about to combust. My mind tells me to run fast and far. And just like that, the heat in my body is doused with ice as I get my bearings and come to my senses. This man is dangerous. Lethal. He killed another man in the most heinous way and didn’t show a glimmer of remorse.