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"Could it be that a woman like her wanted to replace Yvonne?" Eevonne simply said that. She had never been in contact with Mila before so she did not know her at all. Also, she could tell when listening to Marcus recounting the entire story that Mila was only pursuing Marcus, but she did not do anything overboard. "Does she really like you? Some women have a very strong vanity. They would feel that it was truly not easy for them to meet the second richest man in South City, so once they get the chance, they would throw themselves at you. However, maybe she did not have any bad intentions. Maybe she was just vain?" Eevonne had once pestered others like that as well. Perhaps Mila was just like

I’d saved a chair for her beside me, but since she disobeyed my order to dress and wouldn’t even give me her eyes in the process, I pulled her tense body into my lap when she reached me. Mila’s rigid posture told me she couldn’t be more uncomfortable with this seating arrangement, but she didn’t voice her complaint. Ignoring the bound and bruised men with a nonchalance the race of her heart belied, Mila decided she was hungry for dessert. “Is that medovi—?” The rest of the word came out on a breathy yelp when I cupped a possessive palmover her pussy beneath the table. She was either the best fucking tease on the planet, or Gianna was stingy with her underwear. Hot, bare cunt pressed against

Mills positioned himself between her legs, her underwear could not be considered underwear for a woman of character, with the fashion it was made with strings, Mills could take her without having to remove it as there was no coverage to her core. Eveline was wet from the suspense. “Now, now, Evelin, why don’t you relax”? Mills bent down, tracing his hands on her lap and down to her base, Evelin was moaning and vibrating from his touch. Mills parted her inner lips with his fingers, revealing her bud and the slimy fluids that exposed her illicit desires.

Lydia breathed, but the protest melted into a needy moan as Mila’s fingers rubbed slow, firm circles over her swollen clit. “Stop?” Mila chuckled darkly, pushing two fingers deep into Lydia’s cum-slick heat in one smooth thrust. “Or should I stuff this dripping cunt full and fuck you properly?” Lydia’s knees buckled. “Ahh—! Mila— fuck…” “You’re not fooling anyone, baby,” Mila murmured, lips brushing Lydia’s ear. “Stop pretending. You don’t want gentle, vanilla sex with your boyfriend. You want someone who fucks you so well you forget your own name. Someone who makes this pretty pussy gush and clench like a desperate little slut.”

She had sure been tampering with her pussy, which looked swollen and gushing. Mira was holding her phone up, clearly taking pictures with her tits and pussy open. "What the fuck are you doing, you nasty bitch? " I asked, sauntering over with a huge smile on my face. My own cunt was starting to throb just watching her like this. Why wouldn't it?? Mira had a gorgeous body, and when she had her pussy open like that, it was a banger. "Sending my nudes to one of my sponsors." She shot back, clicking more photos.

Lucian Voss stood at the edge of his penthouse balcony, shirtless, cigarette burning between his fingers. The skyline of the city blinked in front of him like a warning—red lights, flickering buildings, the distant hum of chaos. But nothing matched the chaos in his chest. He’d seen the pictures. First on T*****r. Then in the tabloids. Then—God help him—in a viral video of Serena exiting a gala, her child nestled against her shoulder.

“Reliana showed me the documents you leaked and the proof that it all came from you!” “No, I didn’t do it!” she pleaded, her voice rising with desperation. She glanced toward Reliana, who had disappeared into the house. “It was her! It was Reliana!” “And what reason would Reliana have to do such a thing?” Mira snapped. “Don’t you dare pin your schemes on my daughter! A conniving, dirty whore like you has no credibility!” “Whore?” Sabrina repeated, the word hitting her like a physical blow. “Oh, don’t act shocked!” Mira spat, pulling out her phone and shoving it toward Sabrina. The screen displayed photos—images of Sabrina in bed with unfamiliar men.

Marissa POV “Why are you here?,” I asked Raina as soon as Alaric walked out of the door. “I am here to see you,” she said. I raised my eyebrows. “What is it?,” “I want your help to spread these pictures,” she said as she opened an envelope from her bag, she laid down the pictures. They look somehow familiar. “Are they real?,” “Yes, they are. She sells her nude pictures and sleeps with many men then takes their pictures to threaten them to give her money. I can tell you a secret, her partner who is her boyfriend knows about her shady business,” she paused.

Detached, remorseless, but with the slightest hint of enjoyment. I walked over to Connor’s side as though hypnotized. By the time Miranda was three feet away, I could see what was on the screen. I almost threw up. It was a picture of two people having sex. The man was fully clothed, the woman… less so. Standing up, against a brick wall, with a glass sliding door off to the side. I suppose you couldn’t conclusively say they were having sex, though it was pretty obvious from the woman’s legs wrapped around the man’s waist, and her black dress pushed down below her bare breasts.

His men abandoned him one after another, pledging loyalty to whoever could keep them alive. Even the few confidants he'd trusted most sold him out when their interests were on the table. The cruelest irony was that Milena chose that exact moment to climb into Domenico's arms. In front of Julian himself, she laid everything bare. "Julian, did you really think I liked you? I got close to you to help Domenico take over your territory. Those men you trusted were bought long ago. "And the chips with Winona's photos on them? I was the one who pushed for that. I wanted her to see exactly what kind of man you really were. I just didn't expect you to be stupid enough to fall for it so completely."