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“Please… ruin me.” At my words, he slammed into me in one brutal thrust, stretching me wide, knocking the breath out of me. My scream bounced off the bathroom walls, drowned by the pounding shower. He gripped my hips, driving into me with merciless force, his body slapping against mine in wet, unforgiving rhythm. “Look at you,” he snarled, dragging me back against him with every thrust. “Fucking soaking. Your pussy is all swollen for me, nasty girl. You love it when I take you like this, don’t you?”

His fingers tightened around her wrists, his cock pounding into her with relentless hunger, his breath hot against her ear as he growled, “Say it again. Tell me how bad you want me.” Ariana’s breath hitched as she looked into Mateo’s eyes, those dark, devouring depths that had always held her captive. Her lips trembled, her body shivering with the sheer force of her submission, the way she craved his touch, his control, his ownership. “I’m your slut,” she whispered, the words dripping with shame and desire, her voice barely audible over the thunder of her heart. “Your dirty, filthy slut. I want you to hurt me. To break me. To own me.”

he stammers through his fear. “Where?” Stace replies. “He calls himself Wesley Snipes.” I roll my eyes. “Now I have heard it all,” I mutter under my breath. Stace slams his head again into the table. “Where?” “You’ll find him in the high rollers room at the casino. You can’t miss him. He has bright red hair and dresses like Usher.”

I remembered her every second I thrust deep into Thea. "Don't cross the line, Thea. Your job is to be my slut and offer me sex every time I need it. Never invite me again if you want to still be alive" I shot dangers at her while speaking. She nodded slowly and watched as me dress to leave. I left the building and went to the car. The only thing on my mind right now is to find that killer girl, fuck that attitude out of her and then kill her.

I flew to him and stared at him with my hollow eyes. Due to the biting chill, he subconsciously wrapped the blanket more tightly around his body. I faced him and yelled hysterically, “Why? Why did you allow me to suffer such a cruel fate?! Why do you want to abandon my daughter? Isn’t it enough that you’ve gotten me killed? Do you demons want my baby to die miserably in your hands?! “If you harm my daughter, I won’t let you off the hook even if I get exorcized!” Jaxon’s pupils gradually contracted as he saw me.

When Salvatore 'Sally' Morelli's hand struck my face, I did not even register what had happened. A dull, heavy crack echoed through the room, and I stumbled as my head filled with a sharp, ringing buzz. My left cheek burned hot at first, then searing, like someone held a flame to my skin. I pressed my hand to my face and stared at him blankly. My boyfriend, the firstborn son of the Morelli family of New Yiz, the future heir to the Don, had just slapped me across the face in front of the entire family and our guests—all because I got into an argument with another woman.