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I stare down at the glass placed right infront of me. “Do.not.touch.that!” Zale’s voice booms through the earpiece, almost startling me. ‘Tip – 1, he likes challenging girls!’ I recollect. “I am well equipped to buy myself one, moreover I don’t accept drinks from strangers” I shove his drink away. “Whiskey on the rocks!” I order for myself. “I like that attitude, little girl!” his hand on my thigh groping it. That unwanted touch destabilises my brain, as few blurred memories rush infront of my eyes. My breaths shallow as I try to take in as much oxygen as possible.

"I am willing to marry you with the only vow that I will let you to own every inch of mine and will let you to do anything with me , at anytime anywhere you want and I will never stop you and is going to give you my willing consent to every single thing you're going to say and do to me no matter . How tender and rough it's going to be...?" Vansh gazed into her redden eyes firmly as she completed her words " I am willing to fulfill one.promise of our past by being from RIDHIMA SAREEN TO RIDHIMA VANSH RAI SINGHANIA ." Vansh's jaw clenched hearing her each and every word as his gaze turned into glare and he let her freed his grip and took his head back . "Fine if you have already chosen the

Jackie just laughed, because she didn't allow herself to say any obscenity or participate in them. I could lie as much as I wanted, but only the preliminary made by that man has already made me achieve more pleasure than hours of dirty sex. I can still feel the moisture of his tongue passing through my body, the taste he left in my mouth when he reciprocated the act, and my chest tightened as if it could come back at the moment when that vortex of pleasure totally ruined me.

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

The man’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. “Victor isn’t just a criminal. He’s an egotist. He needs to feel like he’s won before he takes the final step. That’s why we use his own nature against him. His pride is the noose we tighten around his neck.” Adrian stepped closer to Elena, his movements slow, protective. His hand found hers—warm, firm, reassuring. He threaded his fingers between hers, grounding her in the midst of her spiraling thoughts. She looked up at him, her breath shaky, eyes glistening with uncertainty.

It wasn't like someone would walk in on us In the back of my mind, something screamed at me that not only were we being impulsive but reckless look I didn't listen to the voice, I focused on Mr Voss's delicious moans instead “Fuck darling” “Just like that” “You're doing a spectacular job on my cock” “Look how pretty these babies are, bouncing on my face” “My beautiful, naughty Yvonne” The praises and dirty talk were my undoing. Seeing this side of Mr Voss — the side nobody else gets to see, it empowered me somehow. I gripped his shoulder harder and rode him the leather chair pushed back and scraped the marble floor

she purred. Startled by her request Roman tightened his fingers around her throat. “God you’re playing with fire Rosie…” he groaned. “Let me burn then…” she says softly. Roman shakes his head a lazy smile on his face. “You truly are just for, aren’t you?” he asked no one in particular. Sometimes he wondered how Rosalie could be cute and innocent one second and match his freak the next second. God, both turned him on.

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

He has become very interested in the bottom of his ice cream cup, swirling his spoon in slow and deliberate circles, gaze fixed pointedly downward. I watch him. I know that look. I have known that look my entire life. It is the look of a man who has done something spectacularly inadvisable and is hoping that sustained eye contact with his chocolate fudge will allow the subject to dissolve entirely on its own. "Caspian." More swirling. "Caspian. What did you do." He takes a bite. Chews. Takes another. "I slept with Rafael," he says finally, in the easy tone of someone commenting on mild weather.

He looked at her, curious as to what she had to say. "I have something to tell you," Alma remarked as she moved closer to him. Virgin nodded and motioned for her to come along. Alma followed him into his office. "What is it?" Virgil asked as he sat in his chair. "Your strategy for defeating Blaze is remarkable. But don't underestimate him. Remember that he is known as the ruthless alpha. He has no mercy when it comes to executing his foes." Virgil smirked, his fingers intertwined. "This ruthless alpha will be defeated and killed this time."