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Then she bit her lip as if realizing what she’d said. “Trust me, this—” he carefully slid two fingers into her superbly lubricated, swollen channel “—this is where I whish to be also, but only when I have given you more.” He thrust with his fingers, hitting that interior bundle of nerves some women referred to as their G-spot. She cried out, the sound adding to his own arousal, making it harder to wait, but he would. Tonight would be spectacular. He continued to massage her as he leaned down and once again claimed her mouth as his. Her return kisses were desperate and filled with the feminine fire he found so irresistible.

The PT is a hotel with a spa, casino, restaurant, and thematic playrooms that cater to secretive businesses. She didn't come in as a hostess during the day. Her job was out front taking reservations, but Mr. West preferred her, so the hotel made an exception. The place remained hidden in the city, disguised as a high-end Inn. It is a giant adult playground for male and female escorts. Making reservations is a doozy; the hotel's management does background checks; it takes an individual with a specific pay grade and status to qualify for a room. --- Keanu was semi-tired yet restless.

“Fine. You’ll have your deal.” He stands abruptly, mutters something about calls, and leaves. Amara turns to Dante, a mix of awe and shock in her expression. “You just…bought this hotel.” He takes a slow sip of his drink, eyes glinting. “No, sweetheart. I took it.” She exhales, part flustered, part impressed. “You really don’t play fair.” “I never claimed to.” A voice over the microphone cuts through the chatter. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Annual Moonstone Private Auction. Tonight’s collection includes rare gemstones, vintage jewelry, exclusive art pieces, and historical paintings…”

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

Stretching out his hand for a hand shake he admitted “it was a real pleasure meeting you again. I do hope you give a feedback on my request as soon as possible” Smiling as her eyelid dropped, “sure, I will see to that timely too”. To be fair, this is something she would never in her wildest dreams discuss with her husband. He hates religion so much that the only religion he believes to be true was wealth and affluence. The religion of Money and those that controlled it. Every other religion was a scam according to Jack Steels. They shook hands as Amy walked to the counter to pay for the books she picked. She exchanged pleasantries with Mabel whom was obviously excited.

“Why?” Dungeon Raydens was the most popular MOBA (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena) game in the country. It was so popular you could see it being played in almost every single computer shop (read: Internet café), usually by students cutting class and splashing out the school allowance they had scrimped away. This prompted at least one Provincial Hall and one Village Center to actually ban the game from being played in computer shops, especially those near schools. Apparently, two teenagers ended up getting stabbed to death after a melee inside Dungeon Raydens spilled out to the real world.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

The sound echoes in the room like a lock engaging. — Since you love being touched without seeing so much, we are going to take this game a little further, Kael announces. I feel presences draw near. Several. Their warm breaths on my skin, their mingled odors—perfume, leather, male sweat. Hands, different from the ones before, settle on me. A large, calloused palm spreads across the small of my back, another pinches the soft flesh of my buttocks. Fingers brush the back of my knees, tracing up along my calves.