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the last desperate voices faded behind them. — (Jace Norman’s Mansion) The sound of glass shattering echoed through the wine cellar. Jace stood among shards of a broken bottle, his eyes bloodshot with rage, jealousy, and hatred. The trending video on his tablet still played on loop: Irma smiling, Adrian kissing her, the reporters screaming. He couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t stand watching the woman who belonged to him, his woman, being paraded as another man’s wife. He had touched her first. Kissed her first. Fûcked her first. Her pink lips, her soft body, her breathless moans—he had claimed every inch of her first. She had promised him forever. Now she dared to break that vow?

I relaxed against the pillows while Jace pulled his phone from his pocket and walked out into the hall to place his call. A few minutes later he was back, looking annoyed. “What did he say?” I asked. “Can I get the steroid?” Jace grunted something that sounded a lot like yeah and sat down on the edge of my bed. “Then what’s wrong?” He shook his head. “The bastard wanted me to take a picture and text it to him.” “Of my vagina?” I shrieked. Jace ’s nostrils flared and he nodded once. “Ew. That can’t be ethical.”

I exploded, my whole body shaking in a massive, messy climax. He licked me clean, taking his time, tasting every bit of me. “That was so good,” I whimped. Jace stood up, his eyes black with lust. I watched, mesmerized, as he stripped. When he was naked, I gasped. He was huge, thick, and perfect. “Like what you see?” he asked, his voice like gravel as he gripped his hard length. I nodded. “I love it.” “Good girl.” He pushed one of my legs up and rubbed the wet head of his cock against me.

I relaxed against the pillows while Jace pulled his phone from his pocket and walked out into the hall to place his call. A few minutes later he was back, looking annoyed. “What did he say?” I asked. “Can I get the steroid?” Jace grunted something that sounded a lot like yeah and sat down on the edge of my bed. “Then what’s wrong?” He shook his head. “The bastard wanted me to take a picture and text it to him.” “Of my vagina?” I shrieked. Jace ’s nostrils flared and he nodded once. “Ew. That can’t be ethical.”

I tease my last sentence at him. He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Please, Brie, please, I want to be inside of your wet slippery pussy; I want to dine in your pleasurable cell of lust. I want to absolve your beautiful scent; I want to dig my nails on your perfectly soft and smooth skin. Please brie, dominate me now you've got the chance,” Jace De Leon begged for sex? Unbelievable. I thought as my hoes goddess in me dances with her red and dangerous hula skirts.

His fingers tickled and ran along Ann's spine erotically. The woman's body was curved in a position of waiting on the bed. Ann rested on her hands and knees on the bed. Her head lay down on the surface of the bed. Jace pulled down Ann's pants and threw them on the floor. He then stripped his clothes, and naked together with Ann. Jace rubbed his mighty joystick against Ann's big, sexy ass, making her even more aroused and moaning in pleasure. Next, he inserted his finger into Ann's feminine area and searched for the sensitive spot inside Ann's body from behind.

“Fuckk—” I turn my head and see Jace. He has pulled the chair from the corner of the room right up beside the bed. He sits there naked, legs spread, one hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking slow and steady while he watches us. His eyes never leave the place where Jesse’s mouth is buried between my thighs. The wet sound of his fist moving over himself mixes with the soft, filthy noises Jesse is making against me.

I picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp, the bitterness burned the back of my throat. Jace leaned closer, eyes glittering. “Do you want to know mine?” “No.” I pushed him away. "It's none of my business." “It was a boy,” Jace said anyway, grinning wickedly. “He was older than me. Stole it behind the schoolyard. Scandalous, huh?” "Good for you," I hissed. "Next question.” Every block Jace pulled seemed designed to dig under my skin. “Ever thought about kissing a man?” Jace slurred, tugging another block free. "Don't even lie cause I'll know."

He tilts my head to the side and his mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue claiming me with the same possession as his cock. We’re a frantic, wet tangle of limbs, the sound of skin slapping against skin, our ragged breaths, and the spray of the shower mixing into a single, obscene symphony. I’m close, so close, the pressure building like a storm inside me. Then, from the outer office, a voice. “Mr. Norman? Your four o’clock is here.” Maria. My whole body freezes. My eyes fly open wide. Jace goes utterly still inside me.

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 "I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure" I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even. I read her name out loud "Jasmine Scott" Age: 21 Height: 5'4