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I've ever seen," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She elbowed him lightly. "That's not helping." "Fine." He turned her gently to face him, his expression suddenly serious. "You're terrifying. A goddess of vengeance. The most dangerous woman in New York." His lips quirked into a smile. "And you could still take me in a fight, which is incredibly hot." Rachel snorted, but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "You're ridiculous." "And yet, you married me. Twice." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I call that obsession." "Temporary insanity," she shot back. "The doctor said it'll pass." Nathan gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as he collapsed onto the couch.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

“Showed you what? That I was hypnotizing them into a fantasy-land? Don’t tell me you saw me abducting your family in those videos or whatever the fuck you saw, it’d be funny as hell.” “The way you were sitting told me enough that you’re blackmailing them,” I gnashed back “Now I’m the one not feeling like buying it. Did you hear our conversation? Or I guess that was also a flying arrow you took in your bum,” He made me feel like the biggest idiot alive in this world who throws tantrums in every situation. I couldn’t bear him anymore, “You see this is your problem, you like to make fun of me,” “I’m not making fun of you, wife, I’m only trying to get closer to you as possible and tell you *I tr

he exclaimed which made Cypher Kurt shocked because of Shin;s father sudden outburst. “Then since you do not even care where your wife is and that you obvious have no intention of looking for her in the first place. So, let me tell you this, your wife is at the hospital right now, recuperating because she has been abducted a week ago and obviously tortured by those who have kidnapped her! She is still unconscious now and we don’t know when she will wake up. You are here enjoying yourself while your wife is suffering, you fucking bastard!” that is what Shawn Ferrell yelled at his face and at that moment Cypher Kurt froze on his position and not to mention the fact that all the words that he h

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

Rodriguez then instantly knew he had to step up his game if he was going yo stand a chance in pushing her to his side of the battle line. "I know Mrs. Contreras but you don't know what family she comes from. If you have the internet, just search on the Romero's. She comes from a wealthy and influential family herself and I'm sure even if she remembers nothing, She still has her flaws." Rodriguez then went on to mention some of the flaws. "But if I manage to stop her from seeing the Tocci, How do I stop her from remembering?" "Hypnotism," Rodriguez answered. "I have done research on the best in the country and if we succeed in keeping her from Nathan, It will be my way of saying Thank you."

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

His voice turns into a baby wolf's growling, and he keeps trying to get close to her, but she doesn't hear his question. In fact, the gray wolf has just realized his special feelings for his little wife. He uses hypnosis to make her unable to see him, then quietly asks her about his appearance. He is hard to understand. Fortunately, now she is in a dream, seeing a very pitiful wolf cub, not seeing his ugly appearance. She trembled, her eyelashes fluttered, and she instinctively leaned her head against the gray wolf's thigh and rubbed it a little, not realizing that the wolf suddenly tensed up his entire body in an instant.

He was working but his mind was never in the work, it kept running wild. He remembered how his legs got numb and he couldn't move from his position. His eyes got stuck on her and it looked as if he was enchanted by her. It really took him all he got not to move forward and devour that temptation that stood in front of her. Still yet, he couldn't even turn and walk away, he was hypnotized by her beauty. Seeing that milky, pale, delicate body, his mind stopped working for a moment. When he got out of his trance, he tried speaking but lost his voice. He was shocked at his action, he's someone that never stutters or waver when speaking but he completely lost his words at the sight of his wife's

Watched him fuck me in the mirror: the flex of his back, the way my pussy stretched around him, the obscene wet sounds every time he bottomed out. He set a punishing rhythm, one hand around my throat, the other pinning my bound wrists. “Tell me whose wife you are tonight.” “Yours,” I gasped. “I’m your wife.” He growled, slammed deeper. “Louder.” “I’m Mrs. fucking Whitlock and I want my husband to breed me.” That did it. He snarled, shoved my knees higher, and pounded so hard the headboard cracked against the wall. I came twice more before he buried himself deep and pulsed inside me, hot and endless, claiming.