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I remarked calmly. "I thought so too! He is a complete jerk! Remember don't take him back period. Or the man will never respect or value you afterwards." expressed Claire, sounding really disappointed. She was team # Jared. She thought he would be the man to heal my heart and soul as well as finally get my guard all the way down enough to have sex. "Don't worry! I will call you later! Get some sleep! I miss you!" I stated. "I miss you, too! Keep your head up! Remember you are such an incredible woman that somebody's son will wife you up soon. He will be the real deal. Because you are the prize. " cried Claire. She was taking this harder than me.

I mean if I was feeling this horny, I could only imagine how Jet must be feeling. A knock came through on the door just as I was about to open it, a few seconds later Claire walked in smiling at me but her smile soon turned into a frown. "You have not completed the mating bond? You have proven to be more stubborn than I imagine" She said giving me a shake.

Exhaling deeply, I let myself wander into the peace that is called sleep. DAMON I STARE AT MYSELF in the mirror facing me after placing my toothbrush in its case. I wasn't admiring myself in the reflection, instead, I was thinking about someone-Claire Rutherford- my Claire. She has grown up to be the exceptional woman I'd always known she'll turn out to be. I'm grateful she kept her charming smile and aura, they were the two things that made me crush on her fourteen years ago. I was seventeen about to graduate high school and she was fifteen. I have to admit, I was tensed all through our conversation earlier today, her ocean blue eyes piercing my heart open, thus, unboxing the feelings I had

Jonathan said and patted him on the back, making the prince’s son smile. “Would you two like to join us?” Jasmine asked Violet and Claire. “I prefer my limbs still intact, thank you,” Violet said, then turned to Claire. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to be eaten by a hammerhead.” Claire thought about it. She didn’t want to do anything out of the ordinary, but Claire did not like being told what to do and not to do either. Once again, her rebellious side kicked in. “I would like to see how it feels, like Lord Frederick said, I’ll try it at least once,” she said, to everyone’s surprise.

mission accomplished! Claire suspected he may have wanted to be gentle with her, probably out of guilt or remorse for what had happened five years ago. So she has deliberately decided to tease him, drive him crazy...till he lost control and dominated her!, fuck her like a slut!! That's exactly how she wanted it! "Ahh!! Fuck!!!" She moaned, biting down on her lips. Moments later, she was jerking and squirting all over Jake's face..! "Oh fuck...." She moaned

Despite her reservations about getting too close to anyone, she can't deny that she enjoyed spending time with him. Claire knows that she can't reveal the truth about her relationship with Nathan to anyone, but she can't help but feel grateful for the unexpected friendship she has formed with Harrison. As the night wears on and the other maids go to bed, Claire finds herself unable to sleep. She lies in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. She can't stop thinking about Harrison and the way he made her feel. For a moment, she allows herself to imagine a life where she can be open and honest with someone, where she can let her guard down and just be herself. But then she rememb

All they praised and acknowledged was Clyde not knowing he was just someone who received praise for something he didn't work hard to get. Damien still hoped that one day, all of this would be over and then he would be on his own. He wouldn't have to live behind his younger brother's shadow or keep following his father's order but he suddenly felt another leech tied around his neck when his father said ... "You are getting married to Claire Adamson, the youngest daughter of the Adamson's Family"

Cathy lowered her head, her tone filled with sadness and regret. “Since we were young, Claire has always liked to imitate me, even steal my things. And because she's my sister and lost her mother at a young age, I've always tolerated her. But what I didn't expect was that my concessions only fueled her audacity. Later, she even tried to take my fiancé, Joe, away from me!” “OMG! What happened next?” “Unfortunately, Joe and I deeply love each other, so Claire didn't succeed. But it only made her angrier.”

Klara Klara clutched Jamie’s hand as she walked back into the strip club. It was a week later, and she’d gotten a phone call from Pam that they all had to be at the club at eight p.m. so the new owners could talk to them. She didn’t want to leave Jamie in the car again and the fear on his little face was another reason she couldn’t. She hadn’t really seen Jake, but the moment he parked his bike or truck, Jamie ran across the lawn, sometimes not even asking her. He still spent time with Jake and when he returned, dirty but fed, he’d tell her how Jake was teaching him to fix things.

he groaned, a sound I’d never heard from any man—soft, wrecked, vulnerable. I wrapped my arms around him as he shook uncontrollably, pulling him down, holding him close as his cock pulsed inside me, still spilling, still giving. I held him as he came apart. And for one breathless, impossible moment… I wasn’t Mrs. Claire. I was just Claire. And he was just Liam. And we were both completely, utterly lost.