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“You look like you’re preparing for psychological warfare.” Sienna folded her arms tighter across her chest while staring at the elegant white place cards arranged near the entrance of Milan’s charity gala. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead while string music drifted softly across the ballroom. And directly beside Luca’s name? Viviana Moreau. Theo followed her gaze and immediately winced. “Oh no.” “Who is she?” “You know who she is.” Sienna absolutely did know who she was. Viviana Moreau was a French actress and international campaign model who was frequently photographed wearing obscene diamonds while leaving yachts beside impossibly famous men. Also apparently? Luca’s ex-girlfriend.

Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric as she imagined it was her bent over that bed. Marcus’s eyes suddenly lifted. He looked straight at the crack in the door—straight at her. Vannia froze, fingers still buried inside herself. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t alert Lena. Instead, a slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as he drove deeper into her mother, making Lena cry out louder. His gaze held Vannia’s, dark and intense, as if he were performing for her. Heat flooded Vannia’s face. She rubbed herself frantically, hips rocking against her hand while Marcus watched. The thrill of being caught made her clit throb. She came hard, thighs trembling, a soft whimper escaping despite her efforts.

Miller nodded, his hair dark-brown, his face rugged and handsome. "I want to be in p**n!" I blurted out, my entire body quivering. "Mmm, you do, huh?" Mrs. Miller smiled, her eyes burning with lust. "Do you have what it takes?" I nodded again, my pussy burning. I had watched so much p**n. Especially from Pole Dance Films, the Miller's company. "Virgin?" she asked. My cheeks burned now as I nodded.

Then, a courier had knocked on my window and handed me a plain manila envelope. Inside was a picture that made my blood run entirely cold. It was Mila and me against the boards of the frozen pond. The angle was sharp, clear, and disgusting in how much it violated the one private space I had left. I didn’t care about myself. My career could burn to the ground for all I cared. But Mila’s face in that photo—the soft, vulnerable look of pure trust she’d given me—was out in the open for some sick bastard to use against her.

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

“I noticed the Valentini and Moscow Mule aren’t on the recommendations. Is there a reason why they’re not as popular?” After seeing Zen’s shortlisted candidate profile, Vera knew what he was hinting at. Truthfully, these two ladies were infamous. The girl Valentini represented had a high body count and a messy relationship track record. She was a very successful temptress who played the cupid’s game only to watch her lovers rip each other’s throats for fun. The Moscow Mule was no better. Although she didn’t work the same way as Valentini, she had a habit of breaking up lovers and wrecking homes.

Damien Yves Etienne’s POV On that night, when the moon appeared brightly outside the window, we made love. Our bodies touched one another, feeling each other’s embrace as our sweat fell on the sheet. It was a hot steamy night. I, myself, was feeling tired. The sun was rising, yet we were still at it.While breathing heavily, pressing my body against her at a fast pace, I asked, “W-Wanna…” I let out an exhale, “Wanna do it again?” I held her leg. Charlotte, my future wife on the other hand wasn’t able to give me a direct response as she is still catching her breath.