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Celestine vowed in her heart to teach them a good lesson. "Your body. I am gonna fuck you hard and my men will make video. Then whole Italy will see, how Damien Romano's woman was fucked by his rival." Galith licked his lips. His eyes were filled with list. Celestine's heart trembled in fear but she tried to remain unfathomable with a cold face. "We will see that." Celestine said with a smirk when her hands got hold of knife. Galith walked near her, forcing Celestine into a corner. He trapped her between his hands. His eyes fell on her bow shaped strawberry lips.

Remember what I said,' Sage told me as she receded to the back of my mind. "I thought you said you'd be late?" I turned around and saw Thomas standing at the edge of the pond. Thomas was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, and I couldn't help it; my eyes roamed his body, taking him all in, remembering every curve of his profound body. Thomas cleared his throat. "I had another slave cover for me," I told him. He arched his brow, "Is that allowed?" I shrugged, "It is if you wanted to see me," Thomas shook his head and took off his shorts again, leaving him in only his grey boxers that strained against his muscled thighs.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it. Daddy’s so proud of his brave girl.” Nick admired his work, running a bare thumb lightly over the fresh piercing. Lucy nearly came from the single touch. “Beautiful. Now she’s going to feel this every time she walks, sits, or gets fucked.” The room thickened with raw, depraved tension. Nick stripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled, tattooed torso. Mark followed, shedding his clothes until both men stood naked and hard beside the bed. Their cocks were massive—Nick’s long and thick with a slight upward curve, Mark’s even girthier, heavy balls hanging low. Both leaked precum.

"Maybe I was going too hard." I nodded. "You were. Why did you stop?" Thomas looked at me with amazement. "Do not be a scared wolf, there is nothing wrong with me passing out. You fuck so well," I'd told him with a smile. "Are you sure?" He'd asked. "Yes, come here." I’d pushed the cloth covering me aside and spread my legs wide open for him. I sat there watching as Thomas continued enjoying my pussy and my breasts jiggling as he moved.

With one arm still around her, I reached over and laid out the pictures. They were crystal clear. Obviously taken through the window, the first one was of King Thomas. His face was towards the window but looking up. A woman was straddling him, clearly naked as his hands were gripping her breast. Her hands were in her hair as her head was back, looking at the ceiling. The second one was the judges face. She was facing us, sitting backwards on Thomas’s lap and his hands were still on her breast. However, her hands were rubbing herself. The third one was of both of them sideways, kissing eachother but it was of their silhouettes.

"Dude, you're rude as hell, aren't you gonna introduce me to this vixen?" Derek's eyes flicked to mine. I could see the apprehension all over him. Under the weather. We'd both heard the same thing. Mitch had an illness, and from all we'd seen tonight, it could be assumed Mitch was sick with the same thing as everyone else. "Damn dude. Staring at the beautiful woman isn't an introduction," Without grabbing a jacket or shoes, Thomas jogged down the four steps and walked toward me, his muscles taunting me. Thomas was ripped. He held out his hand. "I'm real sorry about Derek. He's known for being moronic from time to time. I'm Thomas—" Shock filled his eyes. "Holy shit! What happened to your fac

They had to be better. "My mate kicking you losers assess?" I turn to meet eyes with Nate, who is approaching with his hands in his sweatpants pockets. My eyes run over his body, and I swallow a little. He was wearing a black tank top and his arms looked amazing, like always. God, my mate is hot. I smile at him and shrug. "Like you could take her." Nate grins at Thomas's taunt, still looking into my eyes from a few yards away. "That would be interesting to see, wouldn't it." He scratches his chin, taking a couple steps towards me. I feel a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.

Marcus groans and I happily tease him with my tongue and lips. "Daddy I'm getting close," Cole moans. I can hear the strain in his voice and so can Marcus because he slows down his thrusting so he doesn't push Cole over the edge yet. I drop my head down on the bed when Nathan speeds up enough to make me moan out loud. He rams into my prostate while his fingers dig into my thighs where he holds them around his hips. "You feel so good Thomas," Nathan moans as he slows down his thrusts into deep hard pounds. My back arches off the bed and I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

Thomas said shrugging. “SHIT! GATHER A TEAM WE ARE LEAVING IN LESS THEN FIVE MINUTES WE NEED TO FIND THEM NOW!” Director Waters yelled in a rush. “Wait a minute, what the hell is going on, my son is with them?” Thomas asked getting up grabbing his shirt putting it on. Director Waters lost her train of thought when Thomas took his shirt off. For a man who was almost fifty, he was in great shape, he had salt and pepper hair going down from his navel, then disappeared into his sweat pants, which was hanging off the V cut in his hips, all that laid on top of a barely their six pack. “Uh what was the question again.” Director Waters asked shaking her head, clearing the haze.

“I never realised it would be so easy to set you up,” That laugh goes through me. Thomas laughs like one of those wicked witches you hear about in storybooks. I wish I could say the man was ugly to look at, but he’s not. He’s not the best looking man in the world, but I’ve seen far worse. But what Thomas has in looks, he lacks in personality. Plus, he never wears a damn shirt! I don’t give a shit about his six-pack that he keeps boasting about; my mate has an eight pack!