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Chapter 40 Kaden's POV "Kaden…" I heard Larissa whimper as I pulled her even closer and continued to kiss her despite every fiber of my being telling me to do the opposite. My heart was torn. One part of me struggled immensely to remind me that this was the woman who had done to someone what Amaya had done to me.

Several days passed, and one evening, as I was leaving a job interview, I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around, expecting Alex. But instead, I was met with the smiling face of a young woman with auburn hair, and a smattering of freckles across her nose. Her eyes sparking with recognition, she asked "You're Elysia, right? I'm Lila. I work at the bookstore. I saw you looking at the book on the Quarter's history."

I said, sliding my hand below her waistband to find the familiar heat and moisture that told me our little conversation was driving her cunt wild. “Oh fuck.” “Mmm, have you been a naughty girl, Riss? Have you been thinking about cock?” She immediately became overwhelmed and pulled the car off to the side of the road. “Umm...maybe.” “Marissa! Why didn’t you tell me?” “Well...it’s kind of embarrassing.” “How is it embarrassing? I’ve been asking to use a dildo on you for weeks now.” “Because. Well because it’s not me.” “So then what?” I asked.

Bee had become our unpaid therapist, and I always looked forward to this moment each month. “Last week was hard,” Emily admitted. “I found out Ink got married. I messed up. I should have said no when Mum forced the Lycan king on me.” She sighed. “Seeing Lisa mark that calendar gives me hope… that maybe Dad will just show up and say it was all a prank.” Bee handed her a tissue. Then Emily chuckled weakly. “And Lucia,” she added, “Lisa’s wolf is something else entirely. I love that she is annoyingly sweet.”

“S-Stop…feels weird.” “Weirdly good?” He asked her. He lined kisses down her stomach, hands shifting down to her waist and then to the waistband of her pants. She stiffened immediately. “I…you can’t…not again, please…” He kissed her once more, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants despite the frail warning she’d gasped out. “Why not, angel…?” “That’s…it’s…” Larisa pursed her lips, what was she even going to say? And if she begged him to stop now, would he?

Larissa didn't take long before she cuffed the young woman's wrists onto the top of the bed, her arms raised above her head while moaning as Larissa slipped her a vibrator and licked her wet slit. He smirked looking at the two beautiful women on the bed. She was on top of Kai kissing her, letting Kai taste herself from her lips. Gage watched how Larissa's sexy lingerie molds perfectly onto her figure. He could see the white lace dampening from her arousal as she gets on all fours while pleasing the younger woman bound to the bed.

It was Marcus Reed. The dean’s assistant. The man who had first blackmailed me. He smiled at Elias. “Hello, Professor. Nice desk.” Elias’s fists clenched at his sides. “You,” he growled. Marcus laughed softly and looked at me, still lying naked and exposed on the desk. “Surprise, Lila. Did you really think there was a third person?” He turned back to Elias. “Now… shall we talk about how we’re going to share her properly from now on?”

"Yours is so warm, satisfying me to the fullest. It leaves red marks on your body like cherry blossoms; so beautiful. You make me sweat profusely, making my entire body tingle..." He intentionally read each word of her explicit approval slowly, each word becoming increasingly blurry. Lalisa didn't think there was anything wrong with her drawings. It was just a few details to match the character's personality. She wouldn't draw anything explicit, but now, as he read them aloud, she felt an indescribable embarrassment. It's as if she is a seductress.

Leandro shook his head and returned the pictures into the drawer before locking it. * Larisa laid in bed with her phone in her hands. It was late into the night and she had gotten off work about an hour ago. She scrolled down on her phone. She was searching for ways to seduce a man without touching him. With the warning she had received from him that night, touching him did not seem like something she would do so willingly. Larisa stopped scrolling when she saw a comment under the post she had been reading. "Touching yourself and moaning his name would drive any guy crazy"