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The sensation was overwhelming, a synchronized, masterclass storm of absolute sensory pleasure. Lucian’s deep, deliberate kisses down her neck and chest combined seamlessly with Damian’s fierce, unyielding devotion down below. Valerie felt her mind floating, her tight control over her body dissolving into pure, liquid sensation. She trusted these men with her life, her empire, and her soul; now, she surrendered her body to them without a single shadow of restraint. "Look at him, Valerie," Lucian murmured dark against her throat, his thumb continuing its rhythmic massage over her breast. "Watch your Enforcer worship you."

The photograph felt like a live wire in my hands. Lanc, so young, his face unlined by the bitterness and obsession that would later consume him. And her. Valeria Sable. Not a historian, but a ghost from his past, with a laugh that seemed to mock the tragedy that followed. V.S. The initials were a brand, searing a new, unknown chapter into a story I thought was complete.

Before I could even process what the message was even about, another bubble popped up—a video file. I hesitated for a second, then tapped it. The screen filled with the garish colors of some tropical set—bright flowers, palm leaves, fake tiki torches. A large banner read HAWAII LOVE HUNT – Valentine’s Day Special. And in the middle of the screen… was Charlotte dressed very provocatively and talking about her sex life. And how she opened an Onlyfans. I saw men lined up with balloons each one popped after her introduction. The camera panned down—lingering on her body in a way that made my stomach twist.

, she drenched her pantyhose with the lewd syrup of her own excrescences. How many times in the privacy of her room, looking at herself naked in front of the dressing table mirror, did she get intoxicated by the sensual shapes of her body, feeling attracted to herself? Without any shame, she caressed her vagina in the heat of her wild desire until she achieved orgasm. Being governed by the sign of Scorpio, Valeria was a passionate woman by nature, who knew how to treasure the circle of her desire for the chosen man. One of her many sleepless nights, she imagined herself delivered to the pleasures of lust; testing her most unspeakable appetites. She imagined herself naked and giving herself b

"My darling. I'm so happy that you've agreed to be my Valentine. Take Tuesday and Wednesday off work. On Tuesday you will receive some deliveries in the afternoon. One of the deliveries will contain brand new satin sheets. Make your bed with them. Another one will contain some erotic toys. Put them on your bedside table. A third one will contain bath oils. Leave them next to your tub. Wear the beautiful outfit that I've bought for you by 7 o'clock and unlock your door. Then go upstairs, turning all the lights off in the house and light the candles that came in the fourth parcel. Lie down on your new sheets and wait for me to come and make love to you. You need to take Wednesday off work beca

" Lucas saw that Tina was still wearing her stained pajamas and flew into a terrible rage. "All I did was spend Valentine's Day with Mia! How could you be so selfish? You're my mate! You should be more generous and forgiving instead of being so petty and jealous like this!" I saw that Lucas was finally about to enter the bedroom. I got anxious again. Was he finally going to see my body now?

I wish I hadn't looked. My breath hitched as I stared at the screen. There, in full view were pictures. Of Valerie. Naked. In various explicit positions. In one of them, her hand was playing with her tits; in others, I'd rather not say. Messages popped one after another: I’m waiting here for you, I'm horny again...

… Back in her bedroom, Nyla picked up her phone and found a string of messages from Valarie, filled with pictures from the wedding. She scrolled through them, saving every single one before sending a message. Nyla: [Valarie, thank you so much for today! You worked so hard!] Then she transferred 10,000 dollars as a gift. … Valarie was at a bar, drinking with Stefan, completely unaware of Nyla's message. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, and under the dim lights, she looked dangerously alluring. Stefan's gaze darkened. "Veevee, you're drunk. Let me take you home."