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She is supposed to be my mate, but that poison must have affected me enough to erase that critical information with my luna. "I apologize, but I can't seem to remember your name." I said regretfully, looking at her. She turned her body towards me and my eyes landed on her full breasts, her cleavage on full display. She smiled, and goddess does she have the most beautiful smile. "Isabela. My name is Isabela." she said. Her innocent face seemed to suit her name as well as her whole vibe. She looks like a really sweet girl. Her blonde hair cascaded down her breasts in full, bouncy curves. Her blue eyes stared into me intently. I let my gaze roam down her body. She is wearing a white cardigan an

I’ve never heard you use that term. Isabella: Hey, I’m cool too. Zander: No, you’re not. You’re fucking hot. The hottest woman ever. Isabella: Oh, really? You think so? Zander: I don’t think so. I know so. I can’t wait to kiss every inch of that body. Phew, it's getting hot in the car. Damn, pregnancy hormones. Isabella: Stop it! You know how horny I am lately. Zander: Well, maybe you should just look out your window and ogle the sexy man outside.

"Don't smile too much around here. The only person that can afford to do that is Esteban, our second in command, and that's because everyone knows his smile is his best weapon." "I'll...keep that in mind." I finally find the keys buried deep in my pocket and reach for the lock. "Isabela! Oye, where have you been?" She eyes her. "You look like shit, chica. Tell me you weren't with that fucking Jose again Isabela stands straight and I whip my head around to get a look at the new face. The woman is tall and mature looking, with soft brown wavy hair and bronze skin. Then her eyes slide to me.

Isabella moaning in bliss as she completely takes all four of her men. Lucus and his brothers all eager to please until finally, they were all giving into their own sweet, sweet, release. Lucus and Tony both coating her anal walls with hot sticky cum while Alex did the same within her tight pussy. Grant eager to join as he shoots hot cum straight into her waiting mouth. Isabella giving one more giant release as she falls apart on top of Alex. Her body officially spent after hours of love making. A soft smile now gracing each of their lips.

“Listen to me. I survived her. I survived you disappearing. I survived believing you let the world think I was dead.” Her voice cracked. “I’m not fragile. And I won’t be treated like collateral.” The line stayed quiet. Then Adrian said, softly, “If she comes near you—” “She won’t,” Elena said. “Because she doesn’t want me.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “She wants me.” “No,” Elena corrected. “She wants what you love to choose pain over you.” That landed harder than any bullet. Isabela watched the news from a private villa outside Marseille, bare feet against cold marble.

It looked like she exercised regularly. Sebastian exhaled. Face as red as a tomato, Isabel squeaked, "What is it?" "It's nothing. With your body, Ms. Jimenez, you'll be the perfect human body specimen," Sebastian remarked teasingly. Instantly, Isabel's expression darkened. Her anger replaced her nervousness. Cursing to herself, she wondered if Sebastian was straight. Even though she was lying naked in front of him, he simply said she would be the perfect human body specimen!

Easy and fast" Jayden laughed. Tricia rushed over to Monalisa and shook her. "You froze up like an ice statue. Are you ok? "Yes I am." "Wow. seems like Monalisa is in love. oh my goodness. Congratulations Monalisa" "Stop it. There's nothing like that" "Come along babe. I'm so hungry" "Okay. Am I really in love with sir Jayden? no. That's not possible. But then, he's so hot and so handsome and to top it all, he's a gentleman. snap out of it Monalisa "

“Something like that. Her name is Isabella, and she’s from Brazil. She’s going to live with us for a while and take care of you.” “Is she nice?” Giulia asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. “I think so. Carmen chose her, and she seems very kind. She likes children and will help you learn new things.” Giulia fell silent for a moment, staring at the melting ice cream in her hand. But now she seemed more interested than the first time we talked about Isabella. Now she had questions. “Will she stay with me when you’re at work?” “Yes, princess. But I’ll still be here for you whenever I can. Isabella will be like a friend who helps you and plays with you.”

It felt like a canvas waiting to be painted. But just as we stepped out, Elizabeth Monroe pulled up in a sleek black car, sunglasses perched atop her head. "Good to see you again," she said to me, before turning to Isla. "And you must be the fiancée." Isla extended a hand, firm and cordial. "Isla Morgan." "Elizabeth Monroe. A pleasure. I’ve heard a lot about you." "Funny," Isla replied with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, "I can’t say the same."