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The fire crackled in the hearth, casting shifting shadows across the glass floors and naked bodies still marked by sweat and friction. Emily sat curled in a leather armchair, her bare skin glistening with the remnants of pleasure, legs pulled up lazily beneath her. Her hair was damp against her shoulders, her lips swollen from kisses not given in love but in dominance. The flickering firelight bathed her body in a gold-red hue, making her look like something forged in the heart of the blaze. A tablet rested in her lap, casting a cooler glow. On the screen: chaos. BREAKING: George Kings Accused of Bigamy — Shocking Revelation of Secret Second Marriage

I say before grabbing a black clutch purse and slipping my phone in it before heading to the door and going downstairs. I open the door to Riley, Anna, and Emery. "Emery the dress and shoes are on my bed," I tell Emery. "Thanks, girl," she squeals and runs upstairs to my room. Anna is wearing a black leather one-strap dress that goes below mid-thigh. Her hair is curled and half of it is pinned so it is out of her eyes. She is not wearing a lot of makeup just some mascara and dark red lipstick.

A glorious smile painting her face, and without having to hear my approval twice, she reached, wanting to take the damn close off my body. I knew that I had committed a lot of sins but just this one won’t hurt anyone. With haste my clothes were off, and Emily was all over me, sexing me with her eyes which couldn’t just get enough of my pretty body. “That’s the fucking pussy I’m talking about, the pretty one I’m going to have with mine tonight.” She strained her hand to touch and twitch my pussy fold and it got me sucking out, her eyes not pulling from mine and a little scoff broke from my lips at her touch.

Emerald pleaded while Jace was sucking one of her nipples as his hand massaged her other breast. “Perfect tits,” Jace said as he looked at Emerald, who was feeling shy but proud of her body. Although Emerose often told her that she was ugly, she knew that when it came to her body, men would like it. That’s why she always wears baggy clothes so no one will notice them and reserve them for the man she would marry. “You’re fucking sexy, Emerald, and I want you now.” “Take me, Jace, I’m all yours,” she replied before she felt her husband's hand on her womanhood. His finger slid in between her folds, touching her sensitive little clit. “Ohh.. that felt good..” she moaned.

“Yeah, real cute. You okay, Em? You look a little warm.” “I’m fine,” she said brightly, even as she rubbed her clit in tight, desperate circles. Her knees trembled for a moment. “Just… the AC feels nice.” A middle-aged woman walked right past them, smiling politely. Emma kept stroking herself openly under the dress, her fingers making soft, wet sounds that only Ryan could hear. She was right on the brink of orgasm — hips twitching subtly — but she couldn’t tip over. The denial made her drip even harder.

Jes's eyes flickered towards her breasts, her jaw almost dropped. God! She had a hell pair of boobs. They were huge. Julie was afraid that the woman might fall on the floor with the weight of them. "Emily, you didn't tell me that your friend was a lesbian." Jes's eyes snapped away from the small woman's boobs. A smile formed on her lips... "Sage, I told you to behave" Emily scolded Sage. Emily's cheeks had turned red in embarrassment. "Stop acting like my mother Emily, come on give me a hug." Sage pulled Emily into a hug.

She would channel those feelings into the one and only outlet that she had, which was sex. When Annna entered the bedroom, she discovered Jerome resting on the bed, shirtless, with his head propped up against the headboard. Jerome's long legs were extended out in front of him, and he was watching the news. Her saliva stopped flowing. She made no attempt to conceal her examination.

I'm sure it is. The truth is, I have a very high libido and that started after what happened few years ago. Emery happens to be the only woman among all the s*x slaves that I have, that can satisfy my sexual desires. If I decide to try out any of the slaves, I'm sure the slave will be left unconscious before I can get sexually satisfied. Emery walked towards the couch taking off her dress. That's because I always have s*x with her on the couch. "Not the couch this time" I snapped, and she halted turning to me with furrowed eyebrows. I don't need to repeat myself before she understands what I was saying.

My mind spun like a loaded chamber. “What about Emery?” he asked finally. “You going to tell her everything?” “She already knows too much.” “That’s not an answer.” I stared out the window. “The truth would break her.” “Or make her stronger.” I didn’t respond. Because deep down, I knew Dante was right. ** Back at the penthouse, I found Emery sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The headlines were brutal. From Victim to Vixen: Emery Sinclair’s Rapid Rise in High Society

she responded, her tone calm yet firm, a glaring contrast to the panic in Austin’s voice. Emery had always been composed under pressure, a trait that served her well in her high-society life. She lounged back against the cushions, running a hand through her loose waves of dark hair. “But listen, don’t worry too much. It’s just pictures of us kissing and holding hands. It’s not like we were naked or anything.” “Just pictures?” Austin echoed, clearly not soothed by her nonchalance. “Emery, we can’t be this casual about it. If these get into the wrong hands—”