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' And he slapped her face angrily. I breathed sharply. My fingers were shaking as I ran my fingers through my hair. My breath rasped. 'He won’t love you!' Samuel smacked her cheek. 'You ugly bitch!' He ripped her panties and thrust himself inside her. She cried, fought, screamed, and shouted but he didn't let her go. 'You bastard…' "Stop it now!" I yelled suddenly. "Stop it!" When they didn't turn off the video I rushed to the laptop and slammed it shut.

I slowly added like a sadist, “That's an order, not a request.” The King has returned as a tyrant. Let it be known by all. But first, I made a healer kill someone even though it was against her natural abilities. Rahela became the first Healer to be a Killer.

The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I'm convinced she's who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There's not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

He queried. "Seraphina." I answered looking at the sky to check if there was any chance of the dawn breaking any soon but it was all just the dark sky and glimmering stars peaking through the tree branches. "Seraphina… That means fire, doesn't it?" He guessed and I nodded. "Yes, it does." "The name does suit you. Your personality is similar to the fire. You aren't afraid of the dark and you possess the courage to burn your enemies down if they come your way. You are a fiery one." He complimented and I mumbled a quiet thank you.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

She works me without mercy, her knuckles rubbing against my sensitive spot. — You're so tight, little one. So hot. Are you going to come like this, standing in the entryway, like the little slut you are? I shake my head but my body says yes. I'm about to explode... — Enough. The voice cracks like thunder. Isadora withdraws her fingers. I stagger. She licks them slowly, savoring. I look up. Kael. At the top of a spiral staircase. Perfect black suit. High cheekbones. Square jaw. And those eyes, pale blue almost white. Ice. Death.

Chest thumping hard against my ribs. “You worked hard,” she continued. “His late father saw you for who you really are, gold mixed with white gold… It's not your fault Gabriel chose to be a blind bat.” I scoffed. Chest heaving slowly now. Anger dying down. “You always know what to do with lemons…” She let out a small laugh, “There are a thousand and one billionaires in Manhattan who would give everything to have a hottie like you by their side forever…” Her voice now bouncing off the roof, she was growing ecstatic.

He laughed at her loud cry of pain and protest, but held onto her hips, grinding against her. "Fucking Christ, your ass is so sweet!" he growled. "So fucking hot and tight." Releasing her hips, he slapped her ass. "Ride me, bitch," he demanded. "Ride my cock with that hot, tight ass of yours." Tentatively, she rose up on her knees, feeling him slide out of her. His thickness still hurt but she was determined to do this, hoping it would soon feel better. Lowering herself back down, she bit her lip from whimpering as he again spread her wide.

I beg and he tries to pick up his pace for me but it's still not what I want, he's being too careful. “Spank me“ I breathe. “Please, Kyle. I need…” I arch my back desperately and he freezes completely. “What?” he asks. “I want you to spank me, fuck me like…I’m your slut, please“ The words call out of my mouth before I can stop them. They feel true. They feel like Ryder. But Kyle’s face changes into shock, hurt and confusion as he pulls out slowly and sits back on his heels. “Thalia…what the hell?” he says and I sit up too, my body naked while he looks at me like…I'm strange.

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his