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I gasped, my voice shaky. His fingers, still slick from my pussy, slid down, finding the wet, swollen lips of my cunt. He pressed his thumb hard against my clit, then began to rub, circling, teasing. My hips instinctively bucked against the desk. “Good,” he murmured, his voice closer now, as if he’d leaned down. “Because we have much to cover. Tell me, Avery, what are the key characteristics of the Victorian novel?” His fingers moved faster, a relentless assault on my senses.

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly. “You're so tight Michelle” he whispered in my ear as he pounded harder. He groaned and slammed for the last time and my legs gave out as they shook violently. He kissed my forehead again, as he fell on me breathing hard. A few minutes later, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if protecting something fragile. The windows steamed up, and for a while, it was just us—lost in a moment we shouldn’t have shared. *** The early morning breeze at 5 AM stirr

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his.

My hand pressed against his thighs as he pulled me into another round of kisses, his lips taking every inch of my mouth. I smiled internally, Tonia thinks she could implicate me so that I would be kicked out. So lame. It's so bad, that I'm prepared for whatever stunt she was trying to pull earlier and in the future too…. because I won't leave Marcello's side until I destroy whatever he loves and has. That includes Tonia, I will make love a dangerous crime. A soft growl escaped his lips, vibrating against my lips as my hands moved up his thigh. His body shook as if jolted by electricity as my hand stopped in front of his cock. With our lips still connected, I could feel every reaction emanati

Let them enjoy a nice little family reunion. The heavy iron door clanged shut behind us. Zayne collapsed against the wall and plopped down on the floor. In his mind, he finally recalled all that I had done for him. He suddenly realized that I was the one who truly loved him. There was a complicated look in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak. I avoided his gaze and walked to the farthest corner in the room. Then, I sat down with my back to him. My hand went to my collar and brushed against the tiny tracking device hidden there.

That lying bastard. “It is true. And when I discovered that my Luna was there and had even been claimed by the Rogue Alphas, I stormed there last night—only to stumble upon the scene of the two of them fucking her.” Shocked gasps erupted from all corners of the room. Rowan pressed his thumb to his eyes as if wiping away tears. His voice grew husky. “I met my own Luna—the same woman I had loved more than anyone else—fucking both of them at the same time. I was angry. I was devastated… but because I love her so much, I didn’t think too much of it and forced her to come back with me.”

“It was just… fun. You’re overreacting.” “Fun?” I echoed, disbelief shaking my voice. “You cheated on me!” He smirked. “I didn’t cheat. You’re overthinking. I can do what I want. You’re mine, remember?” My heart shattered in slow, burning pieces. I hated that I had trusted him. I hated that I had let him get close. I hated that he could act so cold, so arrogant, so cruel, and still make me care. By the end of that night, I was left questioning everything. Every text, every touch, every word he had said. I wanted to leave. I wanted to walk away forever. But a part of me—stubborn, foolish, addicted to the chaos—didn’t.

As he starts to walk up to me, I back into the wall, shielding myself with both my hands so I don't have to look him in his icy blue eyes. I eventually hit the wall and he puts both of his arms up by me, making a barrier. He chuckles evilly. "So, how has Maria been? Did your boyfriend fuck you as good as I do?" He asks, stroking my face with a rough thumb. I shed a tear as I look to him. "I- I never even kissed him, I swear!" I panic. He nodded. "Good, good..." he says, getting his face closer to mine. "Because you're mine!" He grabbed my arm tightly in his large hand. "And you are coming come with me!"

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

Janice pauses her speech by putting her right hand over her friend's mouth, the other hand lying on her waist. "Shut up Lucy and get up." She commands in a very cold voice. She looks like she's about to rip anything to pieces. If I consider her, I'm so going to open that door and hand them right over to Travis. My eyes fly back to the sobbing girl still on her knees. She looks so new to this. She stares back at me with glassy eyes and I sigh in defeat. "Troy are you okay?" Travis asks even louder, pounding the door harder than before. "Troy's bedroom, now, we are breaking the door down." he says. Most likely into a walkie talkie. Yep, our lives are that dramatic.