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“I really just want to rant for a bit.” “Who’s stopping you? Go ahead.” I gave her a long look, then let out a shaky breath. “I know everything will be okay… or at least I hope so. I trust Kian. But they just look so perfect together. Dad must think she’s perfect for him. Mum too. And you know what the worst part is? Dad asked Kian to make her his personal assistant, and he didn’t even argue. He just said fine. Like it was nothing.” My voice got quieter. “Plus the way she hugged him yesterday… kissed his forehead and his cheek like it was the most normal thing. I can’t do anything about it, Scarlett. I can’t say shit. Because he’s not supposed to be mine. We’re just this forbidden secret no

He will show her what fear feels like. The girl was engaged to someone else. He was going to let her enjoy her little time, his father was right, there was no reason in starting a war for a pair of t**s and a p**sy no matter how beautiful they would be. "Enjoy as much time as you can enjoy with your lover boy, little one because, in the end, you will become my property. Liam Knight's property. Hey My dear Readers, how're y'all. Hope you like the story. Please follow me on f******k (Elk Entertainment) and on i*******m elk_entertainment for more info about the characters

Cathy almost interrupted when we got to that part, but Spencer had to cover her mouth with his hand. That had resulted in her biting his finger, which created disruption because they started acting lovey dovey, but Blake was quick to reprimand them, letting me continue my story. When I was finally done, Cathy was the first to start talking. "You had sex with the mafia man? You're not a virgin anymore? How was it? How big is he? Oh my fucking God. I've seen a picture of him once and damn, it got me wet. Can you link me up with one of the men in the mafia? Sorry, babe." She directed at Spencer who was watching her in amusement.

She glanced at the top: The Terms of Submission. Her hands were like ice as she picked it up. The rules were printed in heavy black ink, formal and terrifyingly clear. Ninety days. No safe word. Total obedience. No emotional claims. No outside contact unless permitted. All punishments must be accepted. All pleasure is earned. Breaking a rule will be met with discipline. Failure to complete the contract forfeits all inheritance. At the bottom were two lines: Signature and Witness. She looked up at him, her voice caught in her throat. “Is this real?”

After we hung up, I looked at the first page of the case file again. *Because it's right.* Tomorrow I was going to sit across from Kieran Voss and be a lawyer. I was going to think about jurisdiction and procedural timelines and the sixty days Draven wanted to steal from us. That was the plan. I closed the file and went to bed and did not think about his voice, and the thing that had been removed from it, and what that meant. Not for long, anyway.

he adds with a shrug, “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal, you already knew what I’m like.” And there it is. That unnecessary comment. That final push. “Oh no,” I mutter. “You crossed the line.” “Lucas…” Sofi starts. Too late. “No,” I say, pointing at him. “This guy needs someone to explain how the real world works.” Mateo smiles, but now it’s dangerous. “And that’s gonna be you?” “Gladly.” And then it happens. I lunge at him without thinking, grab him by the shirt and slam him against the wall hard enough for the impact to echo through the room.

I avoid the Vampire High Council Floor entirely, steering Kaia up the hidden servants' staircase to her quarters. "Did you even have a sliver of fun?" she mutters, kicking off her shoes as I pull back the heavy velvet duvet. "Zero. Kieran is a brain-dead brute," I snap, helping her strip down to her tunic. "I am going to be a virgin until the next century. He has had so many concussions from rogue training that he can barely count to ten." "You will find your match, Lyra," she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering shut as she burrows into the fur blankets. "It will be explosive. Not some messy, rushed fumble in the back of a pack truck with a sweaty boy."

He continues sucking, until I move, to create some friction on his already excited member. When he leaves me on the verge of an explosion of sensations, playing with my nipple, something he does very well, Liam pushes me back. I lie on the cold sheets, unlike his lap. His skillful fingers finish undressing me. “Liam” I warn, but without resistance. I am far away, in a haze of desire. Liam leans over me, and bites the inside of my thigh. He bends my legs at a forty-five degree angle. Then, with his hand on my knees, he stares at my legs as if they were a bird about to fly.

she smiled sheepishly, moving backwards with her hands surrendering. I sighed in relief, taking a deep breath. She doesn't know. She doesn't know. Calm down Kia. 'You sly fox!' my mind cursed but my mouth said different words, passing a friendly gaze. "Why are you here?" "The Don wants you to clean his room," She replied. Fuck him… "Why did he suddenly want me to clean his room? I don't even know the passcode," I objected, gritting my teeth. "Because you're his queen, I guess? He left the door open just in case," Cleo smiled, her voice purely sarcastic and dripping with ridicule.

“Spit on it, Kai. Spit on my cock before I make you choke.” Kia’s hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. He gazed up at me as he spat on my dick. “This what you want, pervert? To picture me fucking your sister and wishing it was actually you balls deep in her mouth and pussy?” He took me deep and pulled back. “Did you know your pretty, little whore of a sister has a fantasy of being in a room with the entire football team? She wants to be kneeling just like I am, knees apart while the whole team humiliates her.” Fuck, I could picture that.