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By the time I stepped out, Lana was holding a few bags of dresses as she placed them in front of the cashier. Cole seemed to have this look of amusement on his face when he stared at her, but the moment he turned in my direction, the smile suddenly wiped off. “I got some cute tops and panties. You don’t want to see me at my next party. I’m going to be hot as fuck.” I almost burst out laughing, but I controlled myself as Lana's gaze finally landed on me. “What did you get?” “A few stuffs.” She looked at me almost as if I had gone nuts, but suddenly Cole stood up from behind us and gave the lady his card.

Exposed Lana's POV We lay tangled together on the couch, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Derrick's fingers traced patterns on my shoulder. I felt safe. Complete. Like nothing could touch us here. Then his phone rang. "Ignore it," I whispered. "I can't. Could be important." He reached for it. Answered. "Cole." His body went rigid beneath me. "What? When?" I sat up. "What's wrong?" He didn't answer me. Just listened. His breathing changed. Became harsh. Angry.

“Anders cuts your ties so you could come here and get close to us.” “No, no, not at all,” Lana insisted. “I’m not… I wasn’t a Dawn Stalker. I swear. I…” Lana played with her hands, averting her face again. “You obviously cut ties recently,” Lucas said. “Who was your pack, Lana?” “I… I was a Gravetail,” Lana finally admitted. “A Gravetail?” Lucas’ brow furrowed as he looked at me.

Dustin crouched down beside her bare knees, his hands gripping her face. “ Look at me, Lana. ” He said, gently. “ is there anything you will like to reveal now? I promise to not hurt you for it. ” My wolf growled in my head as his hands came into contact with her face. My chest tightened with an unknown emotion. Lana’s back left my front as she leaned into his face. I was about to stop her because I feared she would start rambling about her warrior thing but she surprised me once more. “ I…” she trailed off, “ I am going to vomit on you. ”

Nothing so much as a protracted show with a dildo, though again, if she could be bothered it would have been what she preferred, but just a mindless fiddling with her parts as she sat on the Parker Knoll and drank her vodka or gin and smoked her spliffs. Shaky Trevor had taken to coming around and joining in, largely for the free stream of drink and drugs on offer. He had even had, on one occasion, the temerity to suggest that he could provide her with his sexual services should she require them. Lala’s laughter soon disabused him of the notion, and her telling him that she would rather fuck a dead cat confirmed the futility of it.

“She’s not here, is she? Go on, keep looking. Maybe you’ll catch her with someone else’s cock down her throat.” The red haze slammed into me before I could stop it. I drove my fist into the wall beside her head, the impact shaking down my arm. She jumped this time, but her smirk stayed plastered to her face. “You’re fucking insane if you think I’ll ever believe you,” I spat, though my chest heaved like a man drowning. “Believe what you want.” Lana’s smile widened. “But doubt has a way of eating a man alive. And from the look of you, Ronan…” she trailed her gaze over me, slow and deliberate, “…you’re already rotting.”

Damien was silent as he watched her approach, mesmerized by the sight before him. Lana was wearing a short black gown which hugged her amazing slim, curvy figure in all the right places. The gown stopped a few inches above her knees, showing just a glimpse of her slim thighs, before this scrumptious sight was caught off by high-heeled boots, which was knee high. Her flaming red hair was let down over her shoulders , a sharp contrast to the black dress she was wearing and she'd only applied minimal makeup, making her as exquisitely beautiful as possible.

Lana said, with a smile as she approached him. She was elegantly dressed in Ralph Lauren pants and a black top, she looked stunning to say the least. "Okay," Liam replied, smiling back at her, as he leaned his other hand on his Bugatti. "Are you knocking off?" She asked softly. She came to multiversal studios because she wanted to discuss something with him. "Yes but… you wanna talk to me about something?"Liam asked, nicely. "Yes, but it's nothing important, It can wait." Lana replied, smilingly.

“She is just doing the same in her own way. The difference? We have power. She doesn’t. But she is clever enough to use what she does have. That’s what unsettles us. We don’t like being used even by someone who’s only trying to survive.” Her words struck something in me. Something I didn’t want to look at. It made my blood simmer because a part of me understood it too well. But I said nothing. As Vespara left, my phone dinged. “I’m waiting for you at your house… don’t make me wait, Dante. I’m here just for you. Let’s have a wild night…” Lana. Damn it. I muttered under my breath and pulled up the security feed on my phone. Lana was lounging in my study like a seductive vixen, clad in a red mi

"Man, I'd definitely do that~" I couldn't help the blush that tinted my cheeks as I gave the last glass to Laura. Just as I moved to fetch more, I felt a hand on my back that slowly slid around to rest on my left shoulder. I froze, and glanced over mt shoulder to come face-to-face with Lana; one of Stacy's minions who was once a nice girl but with having Stacy as her frequent company corrupted her. Lana, another pretty girl; dark brown hair that reaches down her shoulder blades, blue eyes and a diamond-shaped face. Her body was draped in an ombre cream to peach knee length strapless dress that is cinched at the waist.