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It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

But immediately, Katherine raised her voice and pointed in one direction, causing my attention to immediately follow, “Rosa, look. Is that Nolan?” The name Nolan startled me and I instinctively turned around to hide. But Katherine pulled me back, forcing my face to look forward, "He's with a woman! Who is she? Do you know her?” I was stunned for a moment, my eyes wide open in surprise at the sight of Kristen happily chatting with Nolan. My heart suddenly flashed with a flash of discomfort, but I didn't dare show it on my face. I waved my hand at Katherine, "That's Kristen Watson, the person rumored to be engaged to him."

"But I wouldn’t bank on sleeping for many hours yet." Kate stared up at him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to control the wild excitement that was pounding through her veins. She was conscious that she was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny lace pants and the priceless pearl necklace, but before she could protest, Ahsan dragged her knickers down her legs and pushed her thighs apart, exposing her to his heated gaze.

At least they were familiar faces in this madhouse. But before I could take a single step toward them, a hand clamped onto mine. I turned, and my breath caught. Kika. Her eyes burned into mine, both her hands wrapped in thick bandages, crutches tucked awkwardly under her arms. How the hell is she even here? I thought, my stomach twisting. I paralyzed her… “Congratulations on becoming the 100th wild cat,” Kika said with a faint smile, her voice surprisingly calm. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to mirror her expression, though my gaze kept drifting to her bandaged arms. She looked like she was barely standing. “I’m really sorry for all this,” I added, gesturing toward her injuries.

He allows himself a few swipes of his fingers inside of her bra, before stripping off her shirt and tearing the undergarment from her body, his hands shaking all the while. Once she’s in the nude, whatever remaining manners we were capable of holding onto go straight out the window. “Animals,” she reminds us in a thready whisper. And we fucking pounce. Gabe I’m not sure how Elise lands flat on her back on my bed. Maybe I pulled her, maybe Banks or Tobias pushed her down into the softness, but suddenly I’m kneeling beside her beautiful head, watching as Tobias and Banks shove open her thighs. They get down on their knees in front of her and begin taking turns licking her pussy. All I can do i