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“So slow… it’s driving me crazy.” He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. “You taste like heaven. Sweet and desperate for more.” His tongue circled my sensitive bud with worshipful precision, never rushing, building the tension layer by layer. One hand stroked my thigh soothingly while the other rested on my stomach, feeling the way my muscles fluttered. “You’re so strong, holding everything inside for so long. Let it out here. With me.”

Ruthlessness was all he could muster and mercy is what he never gave. Still, she fell for him and discovered the flaws hidden from all eyes. She kept her faith in him, well cognizant that how his hands were covered in blood. His soul reeked of obscurity and danger described his cynosure. Still, she bared her heart to him and gave away the key to remission. In her light, when he basked, he encountered a world that he never believed in before. He felt the emotions which he never understood before. She is Crystal Volkov, and taking risks is her favorite pastime.

The virus in the vents—mutated, spreading—was her final card. Dante’s arm locked around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “You touch him, you die,” he snarled, voice low and lethal. Rocco reloaded with a sharp click, eyes never leaving Chen. “Try it.” The erotic tension between us three spiked—bodies pressed close in the confined space, adrenaline turning every touch into fire. Dante’s hardness ground against my hip; Rocco’s hand slid to my ass—squeezing hard, possessive, a silent promise: we finish this, then we finish you. My cock throbbed in response—traitorous, aching—the danger amplifying the need until it hurt.

It was the kind of place where secrets hid behind five-star service and golden keycards. The driver opened her door, and she stepped into the cold. In the penthouse, the Viper stood with the aid of the window, a wine glass in his hand, untouched. He didn’t smile. He didn’t offer a greeting. Just motioned for her to come closer. “You came,” he said finally. “I want proof,” she replied. “No games.” “Good,” he said, setting down the glass. “Then I won’t waste time.” He tossed a folder onto the table between them. Celeste opened it with trembling fingers.

"Cheers!" Following him, all of them raised their glasses except two, Andreas and another man who sat across from him in a separate seat. He silently watched them the entire time. The woman leaned in and pecked Andreas’s cheek. "I am proud of you, baby. You have successfully taken your revenge on her." She caressed his face, moved closer to his ear, and brushed her lips against it. Her actions were extremely intimate. "Tonight, I have planned something special for you… for us. We will celebrate this night together with endless pleasure," she whispered seductively.

' His words echoed in her mind, stirring the familiar ache of divided loyalties. She typed furiously, weaving rhetoric about diplomatic restraint, economic sanctions over military might, painting Vardo's stance as reckless brinkmanship that could ignite regional fires. But each sentence felt like a betrayal. Vardo's body on that jet—his tongue claiming her, fingers stretching her ass—still haunted her, It reminded her of the hold he had. Yet Vince's hand on hers, the what-ifs of gentleness, pulled at her heart. Torn between brothers, one offering power's edge, the other a president's quiet strength. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of Vardo's dominance, even as she envisioned V

he’d murmured, tossing the vials aside to focus on the man he’d burned a city for. Their connection was raw, untainted, Vincent’s hands roaming Chris’s bruised but healing body, whispering, “You’re mine,” as he thrust gently, drawing gasps of pleasure. Chris’s defiance, his refusal to let Raul’s chemical schemes taint their bond, grounded them. “This is real,” Chris panted, kissing Vincent deeply, their love a shield against the underworld’s chaos. Meanwhile, in the dungeon, the Volkovs, Dmitri, Natasha, Yuri, and Alexei, writhed under the effects of Raul’s spiked water, Eros-X 2.0 coursing through them.

One week later. Hotel Luxury, Republic of Smerseth. “Rula, get on my lap.” Kyros invited her gently. This well-built man was a VIP client that Rula got from her boss. Rula smiled. She turned her head and pulled the cigarette from between her lips. Rula looked at Kyros through the gap in the distinctively scented smoke. Treasurer Luxury Black satisfies Rula's taste buds. Rula Whitney is an elite prostitute. Rula peddles herself to be paid hundreds to thousands of dollars overnight.

He smirked at her innocence and took the bowl of dessert. It was cold and Vishv liked the idea of his next action. Without any notice, he poured the cold liquid of a sweet dish onto her back making her tremble on his lap. " Fuck! " He grunted as her hips also rubbed against his hardness. Holding her waist tightly he made her move her hips while moving his thighs too. As the cold liquid slid down on her back, he licked it with just the tip of his tongue making her moan and tremble " Ahhh! Mmmmh! "

Ruthless Billionaire’s little Sparrow Part 44-2 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Vikrant was seething like a raging bull from the moment he stormed into the wing, harnessing every ounce of his power to desperately search for Raghavi. He didn’t give a damn about anything else that haunting thought wouldn’t let him sit still, she was out there, alone, trapped in the clutches of a power-hungry, cruel wolf who could do anything to her.