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His body heat hit first—sharp, burning, and unbearable. “Is this your plan now, Brownie?” he said quietly, his face inches from mine. “Fuck your way into clarity?” My lips parted, but I had nothing to say. Nothing that could save me from this. “You think fucking another man is going to erase me from your system?” His hand came up, grabbing my jaw—not rough, but tight enough to shut me up. “You’re dreaming, Scarlette. You’ll take him. You’ll ride him. But you’ll moan my name. You’ll cry for me. Because your pussy knows who owns it.”

She bounced on him with the grace of a dancer and the hunger of a woman who wasn’t faking it anymore. “You’ll stay mine,” he panted. “Even after the wedding. You’ll be waiting for me, won’t you?” Marcella ran a hand down his chest, nails raking over old scars and new sins. “If you keep fucking me like this,” she said breathlessly, “I might consider it.” He kissed her again, sloppy and bruising, the taste of her name smeared between his teeth. “I’ll give you everything,” he swore. “I’ll buy you diamonds.

When her screams stopped and she started to tremble, I pulled my fingers out of her gorgeous pussy. “And now, Sky,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to forget your name,” I said undid the belt from her wrist, allowing her to turn around to face me. Her lips were flushed red to match her cheeks, I tied her back to the headboard and then spread her legs, sinking into her roughly. A strangled scream escaped her mouth, and then I ripped her shirt open before pulling one of her breasts out of her blue bra and putting it in my mouth.

The room was intimate: dim lighting, a large one-way mirror overlooking another play space, deep couches, and a fully stocked bar cart. Through the glass, a scene was already unfolding. A beautiful woman with crimson hair was bound in intricate rope to a padded St. Andrew’s cross, her body arched and gleaming with oil. Her Dom—a muscular man with a commanding presence—teased her with a flogger, the leather tails kissing her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her moans carried faintly through hidden speakers. Damien sat and pulled me onto his lap again, my back to his chest, legs spread over his thighs. His hand slipped under the robe and between my legs, fingers gliding through my slick folds. “W

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

I screamed again, my body shaking. The vibrations and pounding were all too much pushing me over the edge. He kept going, degrading me between thrusts. “Such a pathetic little whore, Ruby. Snooping in my room, watching me jerk off, and now you’re creaming all over my toys like a brainless cumslut. You love being punished, don’t you? Your cunt is gushing for it.” I came again, squirting messily around the massive dildos, my body convulsing so hard I thought the chains might give out.

I declared as I pushed two fingers into her tight hole, making her groan in pain. I would have preferred getting her more wet, but she was being difficult and I needed to hear her yell my name. “That’s right, baby.” I stated as I repeatedly withdrew my fingers before pushing them in harder. “You should see how tight her pūssy wraps around my fingers, Padrino.” I teased the asšhole through the video. I really wish I could see his face when he watches the video. He should never have messed with what’s mine. Santoro men are untouchable, as is what’s ours.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

They had been stacked in a cabinet secluded behind a large cheap painting. Sam had to transfer the content of each vhs tape into cd. Each tape was named 'Genova' and not 'Gillian'. Yet they were full of Gillian... Rye closed his eyes to let go of the images in his mind. Gillian getting wild and erotic in front of the men. Gillian deep-throating each man... Gillian taking three men into all her holes... Gillian... Gillian was just living through the sexual fantasy of a man. Lupo Serese was obsessed with Genova. Lupo used Gillian to pose as Genova...

“Yes, you! I thought angels were supposed to be beautiful! In your case, I’d recommend a major pedicure—and a full-face transplant!” Jezebel’s gaping, crab-like mouth let loose a deafening roar. She began circling him, eyes glowing, tail lashing. “You killed Partheos, boy.” “Young man, thanks,” Scott retorted. “But with a mug like yours, I’d say you’re not getting many dates either.” “Enough words, smiter!” Jezebel lunged—her massive tail lashed out. Scott dove beneath it just in time as it shattered a support beam, the foyer groaning under the impact.