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he says, I looked at them, seeing them sharing a look, one I didn't understand. "I never went to the city before," I say. "You'll love it! It's different than this, and we can show you the clubs Aspen owns," Eliot says making me smile. "We can all go to the club, they have little night, I want to show you my blue wolf, he's pretty," Kiara says making me giggle. "Blue wolf?" Eliot asks confused. "Her drawing, she likes to draw things colours that are more...artistic," Jacob says.

The comic book glowed in the dark as the pages turned one by one erasing all the words written on the book. “It’s time.” A voice echoed in the dark silent room. *At Dominoes* “Hey Shama, over here.” Tara shouted from her seat while waving her hands frantically. Shama followed her friend's action while going towards her to take a seat. “Ok, so I want a cheeseburger, paneer pizza with joy kit, one bottle of coke, and any dessert that you like.” Tara said smacking her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You wanna make me penniless? You are robbing me.”

I could barely hear the hum of the tires over the blood pounding in my ears. Luca sat stiff beside me, his hands pressed against his thighs. Smart. He knew better than to speak right now. “Where the fuck is he?” I demanded, my voice cutting through the tense silence. Luca swallowed. “Tyron operates out of an underground club in Brooklyn. The Black Lotus.” I scoffed. “Of course. A rat hiding in a hole.” The Black Lotus wasn’t just any club—it was a front for all kinds of dirty deals. Drugs, weapons, blood money. And it was Diego’s playground.

I stepped closer, my voice quiet and cruel. “And now that you want it, I’m supposed to say yes immediately?” He tried to explain, but I lifted my hand. “Forget it.” I met his eyes. “Since you love your game so much, let’s play one more.” “…Game?” “Yes.” “Bring twelve slips of paper. Write your name on one. Leave the rest blank.” I held his gaze, unblinking. “If I draw your name first, I’ll marry you on the spot.” “But if it’s the twelfth...”

Harper’s POV For the hundredth time this week, I scroll through the dark web in search of any more information. Not that I’ve found too much. Other than the chat room that sent me the invitation, a few other sellers have contacted me through the private chat rooms to try to sell me potions, pets, and other indecent services. I had one seller from a place called Madame Mim’s who was trying to rent out some of her faeries for different nighttime services. When I realized that people would offer up services like that, I started taking note. I’ve taken screenshots of several conversation starters, especially ones that had to do with potions and spells that I know are illegal.

I had time. My fingers hovered over the keys for a second. This was ridiculous. I was Lucien—beta of the entire werewolf kingdom, feared in battle, respected by warriors. And here I was, about to search something no one would ever believe. I typed it anyway. “How to pleasure a woman without penetration.” I added quickly: “but using fingers, tongue, other ways.” Enter. The screen filled with results. Articles. Videos. Heat crawled up my neck, but I couldn’t look away.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

This game was fun enough for now. M.A. I never said I didn't like torture. I read reports and research all day if that isn't a form of torture then I really don't know what is. So you will be around today, huh? What do I get if I spot you then? Games are only fun if there is a prize. Princess