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he growled, thumb grinding my clit, “or I fist this cunt till you pass out.” The chat exploded: $5K – FIST HER $10K – MAKE HER SQUIRT ON THE RELIC Mara straddled my face, pussy dripping, and silver rings cold against my lips. “Lick,” she hissed, grinding down. I did—tongue fucking her, tasting salt and sin, and her moans shaking through my skull. Luca added a fourth finger, stretching me wide, and knuckles dragging. I came hard, pussy clenching, and squirting over his wrist, soaking the velvet, the stone, and the fucking relic beneath the chaise.

"I also cheated. I also fucked your best friend. Multiple times. Rough and desperate and secret. And it also didn't mean anything. I don't love Dean. I never have. I love you. Only you." Gray stared at her, his chest tight, his heart hammering. "But I shouldn't have even thought of Peny that way. Shouldn't have looked at her, wanted her, taken her—" "And I shouldn't have looked at Dean," Natalie interrupted again, her thumb tracing his cheekbone. "Shouldn't have let him touch me, fuck me, mark me. But lust was in the way. Lust doesn't care about should or shouldn't. It just wants. And we both wanted. And we both took. And here we are."

Then his hands settled on the edge of the island on either side of her, caging her in without quite touching. “I never said I wouldn’t touch you,” he murmured against her skin. “I said I wouldn’t pretend the touching means more than it does. There is a difference. A critical one. Lust can be controlled. Lust can be scheduled. Lust can be ended when the contract expires without either of us bleeding out on the floor. Anything beyond that is a variable I refuse to introduce while we are still dismantling everything Hartley and Marcus tried to build.” “It doesn’t feel like a difference when you’re doing it,” she whispered.

“That baby has nothing to do with me! That's your baby with your ex-girlfriend, you just don't want to call it what it is!” “Rhea, you're being hysterical…” Patricia started. “Of course I'm being hysterical! My husband secretly had a baby with another woman!” “I didn’t sleep with her. It was a medical procedure. Artificial insemination. I stared at him. “You think that makes it better? You think because you didn't have sex with her, this betrayal is somehow less?”

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

And as he gazed at her flushed face, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful between them. His words, soft yet profound, echoed in the stillness of the moment, carrying with them the weight of a thousand promises of pleasure. "I want you," he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure.

He was so lost in both lust and passion that he didn't move away when Ray finally claimed his lips. The kiss is full of carnality, full of need for each other. Justin couldn't prevent himself from moaning when Ray slides his tongue inside his mouth, tasting his sweetness with such carnality that made Justin's knees buckle. Ray suddenly lifted him up, his hands supporting Justin's thighs as he placed him on top of the counter. He settled himself between the brunet's legs, his hand caressing his side. Justin felt so lost. He could feel himself drowning in the pool of lust called Grey Ray and he doesn't know how to get out.

Louisa stated. "What?" He scoffed, "How do you even know? It could be likeness or better still, lust or something." Louisa gestured her chin to the chair opposite her. "What?" Marley quizzed, looking lost. "Sit, dumass," she reciprocated his action seconds later. "Can't believe you still can't sort out the difference between love and lust. Permit me to call names, What Amanda had for you was lust. She never looked at you the way Zana does..."

She exclaimed and then stamped her foot in annoyance. "You won't even act this way if you are not. You will just let them be and behave like you usually does but here you are, darling. Ranting and cursing them. You even brought up that he asked you to marry him," Lust shrugged. "You're jealous that other woman is able to touch him that way when you couldn't because you cannot accept that you are damn in love with that man." She clapped her hands and laughed. "Dang it, girl! You are stupidly in love with a grim reaper! It runs in the blood!"

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want