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Madonna was angry for what she feared happened last night but she was not as angry as she hoped she would be. "Here?" Dante ignored her and threw a phone tablet that landed beside her. "What's this?" She asked while picking up the tab. Madonna's eyes widened as she watched a video of her naked self sleeping soundly on the bed. The flipped and saw numerous pictures and videos of herself in different positions. There was no way she could deny it because her face was showing in every one of them and the mole beside her left nipple was enough to tell her it wasn't Photoshop. "Why?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at Dante. Dante steeled his heart and showed no emotions, he is a man

"Who are you anyway?" She looked at me as if I had offended her, a freshly manicured hand positioned over her heart. "Yurissa Woods." A snort escaped my lips before I could stop it. "And I'm Madonna." Yurissa was a big time model and actress. Sure this lady may have a lot of features that look similar to Yurissa Woods, but this woman was bigger than Yurissa, weight-wise. And besides Yurissa quit acting and modeling all together. Had to do with something about not liking the business.

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

Turns out it's been a while they spoke too, but Archer has sent her 3 video clips. He plays it and Archer stares in silence. His girlfriend, stark naked, riding his also stark naked girlfriend. There's even a nipple in his mouth. Taking a deep breath, Archer sets the phone down and goes to continue his food. Madeline comes out, a towel draped around her. A lot of questions go through Archer's mind. Was this recent? Why did she agree to it? Did it happen more than once? And it frustrated him because he had no right to confront her about it.

A familiar face popped up on my screen, and I sat up with anticipation. There she was, the angel that captured my heart without having to lift a finger. She was bathed in the soft glow of the club, her body a canvas in a nude dress that left little to the imagination. Her figure was on full display through the soft material of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing a tantalizing glimpse of her boobs. She sat with three other girls, her laughter captivating, her smile dazzling. The two girls next to her stared at her with an almost religious admiration. That's how beautiful Camila Colorado is.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

"Nude, Maddison. I would like to paint you nude." "Excuse me?" "Yeah, I know it's very spooky at first…" "At first? I don't think that's something I'd want to do." I nude? She wants to paint me nude? For the world to see? "Just think about it. It's not the horrible venture you think it is. I assure you everyone is doing it these days… even your favorite celebrities. And you have me. I will definitely not expose you to something that will hurt you… or your dream." Her voice went soft. Gentle. "Don't give me an answer right away. But remember, this would change everything for you. You would never have to depend on Corian. Or anyone. For the rest of your life."

She stepped closer with her phone in her hand. "What are you talking about?" She tapped the screen and an image appeared. It was me, slumped in a chair. Shirtless and with my pants undone. I was unconscious, vulnerable and humiliated. My mouth went dry. She smiled, lifting her gaze to mine. "Still think you won’t care? Even if it’s your nude?" My breath caught in my throat. She took another step, the glow of the screen bathing her face in ghostly light. "You were out cold after the wonderful blow job I gave you. So I undid your pants completely, posed you just right, and snapped a few pics."

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga

After ten years of war in the southern territory, my mate, Nick, finally returned—a battle-scarred Alpha with victory in his eyes. When he told me he wanted to claim me as his Luna, my wolf stirred with longing. At that moment, I thought I had finally found my place within the pack. But fate had other plans. Three months after his return, I discovered the truth. A full terabyte of intimate recordings of Nick and my best friend, Sherry, was hidden within his computer, alongside journal entries overflowing with love confessions to her.