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Her cute expression made me kiss her cheeks and she giggled. Ever since we birthed the twins Lynn and Mia through a surrogate, Mia has always been the cute one, taking after his papa, but Lynn, more like take after me, he first word was a curse word he learnt from me while I was frustrated at the office, making Arson got really pissed at me. My phone vibrated in my hands and I sighed when I saw the caller ID. "What is it?" "Boss, the Italian Mob are on the loose again, they infrilated tbe warehouse..."

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Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

I wondered how she felt being here everyday; cleaning the spot he'll never return to, making a home for a god who probably no longer remembered she existed. She was just one insignificant little fly in his whirlpool of women. The dark colours of wine and black painted the walls and gave it a domineering atmosphere. It was my father's favourite color. I made my way to the shelf– luckily, it was arranged alphabetically so I easily traced the ‘M’ alphabet to find the pages about mates. Damien Cross. I chuckled when his lustful gaze flashed in my thoughts sending a surge of energy through my veins. Was that supposed to be normal? He was one delicious meal that was almost irresistible.

Neon Eclipse Chapter 3: Safehouse Sins The rain was a solid wall by the time they reached Riven’s hidden safehouse — a sleek, fortified apartment buried on the 87th floor of an abandoned corporate tower in the decaying Mid-Rim district. Neon signs flickered through cracked windows, casting blood-red and electric blue light across the minimalist space. The second the reinforced door sealed behind them, Riven shoved Kael against the wall. “No guns. No contracts. No pretending,” Riven growled, already tearing at Kael’s wet tactical jacket. “I want the real you. The one who fucked me like he wanted to break me in my own club.”

Nate motioned towards an empty chair opposite them and I sat there. “I didn't know restaurants had private rooms.” I said out of pure curiosity. “Some do. We decided to choose a private room because we want to discuss something private.” The private room was elegant. The floors were polished and everything around me looked expensive enough to make me suddenly conscious of the clothes that I was wearing. The three dominants stared at me and I fidgeted with my hand in my lap until I had to stop myself from doing so. “You're really big for an omega. Aren't you like six feet? I've never seen an omega that size.”

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Conrad Vladmoss POV I have been in this hotel room for three days, the curtains drawn tight against the outside world. Maps are spread across the bed, cluttered with markings and circled towns, each one a potential hiding spot or a place to find him. Cold coffee sits on the desk beside my laptop, which displays seventeen browser tabs I’ve long since stopped pretending to read. An ashtray holds two abandoned cigarettes, both smoked only briefly; I don’t smoke, not really. I picked up the habit three days ago when the walls started feeling smaller, when the space around me became suffocating, and I’ll drop it again the moment this is over.

‎The Past ‎ ‎As Cassian sat there, still coming down from the high of the orgasm, bound and exposed, the present blurred into fragments of the past. The pressure of Orion's hand on his cock began again, more painful than the last, stroking slowly, deliberately, pulled at those old threads, forcing him to remember. It started with the chaos of that gang war, years ago, when he was still building his empire after taking over from his mother due to her poor health. He was twenty three then, a ruthless force known as Mammon, carving out territory in the city's underbelly with fists, knives and bullets. The air had smelled heavily of gunpowder and blood that night, the streets littered with the b

"It's Saturday night. Live for tonight, worry about Monday when the sun comes up." As they pulled into the gravel driveway, the bass from the house was already vibrating through the car's frame. The Maddox House was a sprawling, dark-timbered beast of a home, lit up tonight like a beacon for every bad decision in the county. People were already spilling onto the lawn, red cups in hand, laughter echoing over the music. Lena stepped out of the car and smoothed down her sheer tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra—it was too hot, and the silk felt better against her skin—but now, under the yellow glow of the porch lights, she felt exposed.