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"What are you reading?" I jumped a little and tried to close the book fast. "N-nothing. Just a book." He stepped closer, his eyes dark and hungry. "Bullshit. Your cheeks are all red. Let me see." He grabbed the book from my hands before I could stop him. His eyes scanned the page and a smirk grew on his face. "Fuck, little sis. This is nasty stuff. You like reading about guys fingering tight pussies?" My face burned. I felt so embarrassed but also excited. "Alex, stop. We can't... this is wrong."

Stopping, I watch a woman on the floor, men surrounding her, a lot of men. She is the only woman in this room. She's smiling, blindfolded and has a collar on. The men are playing with her. One man is sitting, watching. The room fascinates me. The whole scene seems to. A slight moan escapes my mouth as I watch. I didn't realise I was standing for so long until Jackson’s words snap me out of my daze, and I realise I was.

BEFORE YOU READ: WARNING, THE CHAPTER MIGHT APPEAR TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS. The chapter contains a description of slight insanity and the mention of a forced intimate act between two MEN. Lenox pov "God fucking damn it, is it so hard to understand that I have a spoon?" I wave the thing in his face as the coward steps away from me. "A fucking silver spoon! And I'm sure as fuck ain't afraid to use it!" I hiss at him.

"Ahhh so big! you're hitting everything! don't stop! please don't stop!" The man let out a deep, jagged growl behind the black fabric of the mask. He was pounding into her with a relentless pace, a pace that would make him finish before time was up. His hips was a blur of motion. He reached down and grabbed her inner thighs, pulling them wider so he could sink even deeper into her heat. "ohhh... elena," the man moaned, his voice a low, vibrating rasp. "you're so tight, baby. you're clenching around me so hard. you're soaking wet for a man with a gun, aren't you?"

"And if I see any of you looking at this picture, you're gonna answer to me." "I don't see what the big deal is," Mack says. "She's just a fucking groupie." I see red and start to lunge, but Christian feels the change in my body and holds me tighter. I close my eyes, willing myself to calm down. And praying this is just a terrible dream. "She's his woman," Daniel says loudly. "I don't give a shit if she was a groupie, a stripper or a fucking porn star. This is his woman. That makes her off limits."

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

"You know we can't let them tell the story. The Prime Alpha and his closest brother saving his Omega who the people know to be his Chosen, rumoured to betray and fuck behind him. You don't think that'll cause an issue, do you?" My head's fuzzier, having Nikolai near. The heat coming from his body increases mine. Everything seems to be blackening. Whatever wants to be unleashed inside me, I don't think I can hold it anymore. I'm like the actual bitch. And I mean it. I'm flipping running on a slick-spillage machine, and I can't even control any bit of it anymore. My slick runs down my skin, ensuing a clench and tightening of my thighs. "Fine, let's be the bastards we've always been." Marcellan

He stared at his father, wanting to refuse, but seeing him have worries in his eyes, he shut his mouth and said, "I understand. I'll go." Hideous nodded, appreciating his son's decision, even in the face of personal discomfort. "Thank you, Kyle," he said sincerely, acknowledging his son's compliance. Hideous stood in front of the building, and it didn't look that suspicious from the outside. It just looks like a simple apartment building. As Hideous entered the building, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It was because everyone inside that he saw was wearing the same mask. Hideous knew that it was for them to protect themselves from the enemy, but somehow he felt really uneasy abo

Zandrei tilted his head slightly. “You’re crying already,” he continued. “And we haven’t even started talking.” The man began shaking harder. “I didn’t mean to betray you! I swear! They forced me—” Zandrei’s expression didn’t change. Suddenly, his fist moved. It drove directly into the man’s jaw so cleanly that the chair tipped sideways before guards caught it and forced it upright again. Blood spilled from the man’s mouth. Zandrei flexed his fingers once. “Let’s try something,” he said calmly. “You don’t speak unless I ask a question.”