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“Okay. Listen. It wasn’t any of the things you mentioned. It’s not an affair. It’s not that I wanted him. None of that.” He stayed quiet, waiting. I continued carefully. “Jake has always been one of my followers online. For a long time now. He watches my live videos and always supports me. He leaves good comments, encourages me during tough times, things like that. That’s how we first connected. Just through the content I post.” Marcus shifted on the bench. He looked impatient, jaw still tight. “Go on,” he said quickly. “Speak fast.”

“My daughter is not home yet. She spends a lot of time at the library. She will be back late tonight. You can meet her tomorrow.” Jake just nodded. He wasn’t interested in some stepsister. He wanted food, a shower, and his laptop. After dinner, he went upstairs to his room. Everything looked the same. He locked the door, dropped his pants, and opened his laptop. SweetLily had uploaded a new video that morning. She was wearing a tiny white lingerie set with a cute lace mask over her eyes. She was on all fours, fucking herself with a thick dildo, moaning softly. “Oh yes… fuck me harder,” she whispered in that sweet voice.

The realization should horrify me, but instead, my pussy clenches around Liam’s fingers, my ass tightening around Jake’s cock as he bottoms out with a groan. "Yeah, you like that, don’t you?" Jake pants, his hands digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Like being our little fucktoy, getting used in front of everyone. Bet you’d let us put this on the internet, huh? Let the whole world see how good you take cock." "Yes," Jen breathes before I can even process the words, her voice raw. "Yes, please.." The guy behind her laughs, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Damn, you’re a filthy one, aren’t you?"

My heart pounded as I stood in our bedroom, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. My husband Mark sat in the armchair by the window, his eyes locked on me with a mix of hunger and nerves. We had talked about this for months, fantasized about it during our dirtiest late-night fucks, but now it was real. His best friend Jake paced at the foot of the bed, shirt already off, revealing his ripped chest and abs that made my pussy clench just looking at him. Jake was the kind of guy who turned heads everywhere, six-foot-four with broad shoulders, a cocky grin, and a reputation for leaving women wrecked and begging for more.

He continued, "How much does he give you? I'll give you double, and if it's the sex. I promise you I'll give you the best you've ever had. Or both. I'll give you both the money and the sex. That's my offer. I did my research-" "You stalked me?!" I didn't bother hiding my disdain. "I researched, not stalked." "Same thing," I cursed. I rarely curse. I hate this man. "Well, calm down," he instructed me. "Why do you want me to leave him so bad?" "Because he seems to like you a lot," he admitted. "I don't appreciate that. I know you're not with him for love. Women are about opportunity, aren't they? I'm giving you a better offer. He'll never make you Luna; no one will take a lowly omega from a mi

"Prisca, it is never too soon to have sex with your mate. I know that everything that happened was tragic and sad but it's over now. I am glad I am of royalty, it's what I have always wanted anyway" I sat up straight covering my naked torso with his white sheet, I couldn't believe Jake was saying this!"It is not just sex to me Jake! I am going to lose my virginity to you because I love you not because I just want to get fucked by you! I cannot believe you right now and I know you finding out about your true history still bothers you. Why are you hiding that Jake, talk to me baby," I practically pleaded with him but what he did next infuriated me to the bone.

I answered her. Her mouth dropped. "Really?" She sounded sad. I started removing my contact lenses. I saw again my hazel brown eyes. I remember Mommy. I had her eyes. "Yes. So stop with your cupid kind of thing. He's a playboy." I said. "I have known Jake for years. He dated a lot of girls but he never asked for my help even with Adrianna Torres. You remember her?" She said. Of course I knew her. She's a famous actress actually. She's sweet in front of the camera but a total bitch when it's off. I heard she was based in Florida now.

she said with a bright smile on her face. "Shall we?" Jake brought an arm forward, which Freya hooked hers. If Freya had a dark secret, Jake equally had his. The best thing they did for each other was to allow their past to be. Aside from being a mouth-watering wealthy billionaire, Jake had a strange obsession that he tamed ever since meeting Freya. Although he made most of his wealth from his restaurants, and hotel and owned several other companies that thrived in food and snacks production, he also did a few dirty jobs that he left behind while relocating to Oklahoman.

Jake, you fucking degenerate! Jake was smiling as he approached the center where Tales was slumped on the floor. Jake crouched beside him, microphone in hand, his sharp suit and confident smirk making him look every bit the master of ceremonies. He scanned the crowd, his voice dripping with mockery as he began. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Jake drawled, “tonight, you’re in for a more delicious treat. Meet Tales.” He gestured grandly at Tales, his grin widening. “He’s not just strong and defiant—oh no, that’s only the surface. This one? He’s a masterpiece of pleasure and pain. A fighter by day, and...” Jake leaned slightly toward the microphone, his voice dropping suggestively, “a dream in bed at