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I asked her. She narrowed her eyes at me and then looked at Henney. “We were asking you if you wanted to come with us to the garden. We wanted to get some fresh air because…” Bash nodded at the direction behind me. I looked and saw Kino Sloane with another woman in a nude body hugging dress. Her hair is curled and is free falling towards her waist. She has a pretty smile and a sexy body. She looks like she works out a lot. Kino’s hand is wrapped around her waist like he doesn’t want her to go any minute from now.

"Strip Kate and throw her out onto the street." Immediately, my men stepped forward and tore at her clothes. Total panic set in. Kate fought back desperately, using her hands to shield herself as she shrieked to Cohen for help. He rushed forward, but my men restrained him instantly. All he could do was watch helplessly as Kate was stripped bare in front of everyone. A crowd of onlookers whipped out their phones to start snapping photos. "Damn! Ms. Barnes actually has a great body. Though her breasts look way too artificial."

Critics circled like elegant vultures, murmuring approval at the technical mastery while their eyes betrayed the real reason they had come: to drink in the nakedness blown up to life-size, to pretend they were above it. Elena Voss moved among them in a backless black dress that clung to her like a second skin, the slit climbing high enough to promise scandal with every step. At thirty-eight, she had curated shows that made careers and broken others. Tonight was hers. Victor Kane was the most notorious erotic photographer alive, and she had lured him to her gallery with a single phone call and the kind of smile that made men sign away their souls.

really nice with thick plush carpet, soft indirect lighting, a small sitting area and in the center of the room, a huge four-poster bed with silk sheets. My mind raced, trying to figure out the angle. What did they want from me? “Don’t waste your energy. They won’t answer you.” A soft, smooth voice from behind me and I spun around. Kate was there. She must have come through another door.. snd she was… she was… Completely naked..! I stared, frozen with my mouth suddenly dry. She just stood there with one hand on her hip looking at me like I was a meal she was about to devour. She took a step forward with a twisted smile on her face.

Cum had dried in flaky patterns on my skin, and fresh loads still leaked slowly from my swollen holes onto the black silk sheets. Kane stood at the foot of the bed, watching me. He was naked, his powerful 6’6” frame illuminated by the firelight. Every muscle was carved like stone, covered in dark tattoos that seemed to shift with the flames. His cock hung heavy and thick between his legs, already half-hard again. His dark eyes burned with that primal intensity that made my stomach twist with both fear and desperate need.

Katherine’s breath was stuck in her throat when Aiden told her it was her turn. A minute ago, this seemed like a good idea. She aimed to be bold and brave, but staring at the sculpted beast of a man before her, her confidence was running thinner and thinner by the second. There was no way she could strip naked in front of Aiden. It had been several years since a man had seen her naked, well, apart from her gynaecologist and Dr. Mosley didn't count. He had a beer belly and a smoker's cough so he wasn't one to cast shame on anyone.

It was probably just Rosco. The shower door opened and I shot straight up. Blake was standing in front of me naked and an amazing sight for any woman to soak in. I just stood there in shock letting him look at me wet and ragged while I looked at every last inch making notes of a tribal tattoo on his right shoulder down to a large scar on his abdomen imprinted into his six-pack. I wasn’t sure where Blake got his tan skin but it was beautiful to see and glistened in the light even from my horrible lighted bathroom. “So are you just going to stare at me Kate or are you going to invite me in?”

She needed to finish all her pending work before the party. "Let's go home, I am tired," she ordered and the driver started the car. What she was oblivious of was a black car that was following her from a distance. The next day, Kate put on a nude color dress that reached her mid-thigh. She styled it with a pair of ruby earrings and red heels. She looked at her reflection in the mirror for a long time before walking down. Minerva, her housekeeper was yet to come here so Christine brought her takeaway breakfast.

Chapter 2: The Director Watched While Kane’s Fingers Destroyed My Hate-Filled Pussy I’m completely naked on the bed, legs slightly spread, heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. The cameras are rolling. Lena is watching us like a hawk from behind the monitor, her eyes dark with something far more personal than professional interest. Kane moves over me slowly, his robe gone. His body is insane — hard muscle, defined abs, and that thick, heavy cock already half-hard between his legs. I hate how my eyes keep dropping to it.

Olivia grumbled, folding her arms and glaring playfully at me. "Don't be so hard on her," Kat said, pulling on the sleeves of her over sized sweat shirt. Kathy looked like an adorable pretzel in her pretty pink cashmere turtleneck sweater that was so big on her, she was practically swimming in it. Her leggings clinged to her legs and hips and she wore frilly white socks and a pair of grey crocs. Her hair was in messy ponytail and her long fringes covered her forehead and most of her eyes. Her face was bare of makeup and when she saw me, she smiled sweetly at me. "How're you feeling, Maddie?"