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I opened him with my fingers, spit, and the leftover slick from last night, and I pushed into him from behind while he watched us in the mirror. It was fast. Ugly. Honest. He bit his own arm to stay quiet. I held his hip and his throat and fucked him until his knees bent. He came on the marble with his eyes on mine in the glass. I came in him and stayed there, forehead on his shoulder, listening to the hotel wake up around a wedding that was already a corpse. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. I can say it now.” We dressed. Nate was in the hall, arms folded, looking like a man standing next to a bomb.

He slid his finger out with a wet pop, making me whine at the loss, then brought it to his mouth and sucked my juices off it with a wicked grin. Heat flushed through me as embarrassment mixed with raw lust. He led me through the writhing bodies, and I caught flashes of the orgy. The blonde was now bent over the counter taking a new cock in her ass while sucking two more, with cum dripping down her thighs. The brunette was swapping messy cum kisses with her men. But my focus stayed on the man steering me, his grip bruising my hip. We slipped through a side door into a dimly lit hallway, then entered another door and I heard the click of a lock behind us.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

' No answer, but a faint sound drifted from the bedroom—rhythmic, intimate, pulling her forward like a thread unraveling. Her pulse quickened. She rounded the corner, the door ajar, and the sight hit her like a blow. Thorne, her Thorne, lay sprawled on the bed, his body moving with urgent need beneath a woman whose dark curls spilled over his shoulders. They were lost in each other, her hips rolling in a slow, claiming rhythm, his hands gripping her waist as if she were his anchor. The room smelled of sweat and desire, a scent Liora knew too well from their own stolen moments.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This episode contains sensitive content. It includes dominant sexual themes and morally complex characters. The presence of death is part of the emotional stakes and plot, it is not fetishized. Reader discretion is advised. SELENE’S POV He thrust so hard into me that I squirted immediately. “Such a needy cunt,” the Don said with a cruel smile. He took the gun from me and dropped it carelessly on the leather couch. His hand slid under my ass, gripping tight and pulling me closer. My hands wound around his neck, clutching, holding on as the slick heat still dripped between us.

I bite my lower lip to stifle a whimper, my hips jerking in time with his. “Harder,” she cries, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Make me scream, make me feel you everywhere.” He answers with a guttural grunt, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down, his cock pounding her tight, dripping cunt with a ferocity that makes the mattress shudder. The room next door fills with their ragged breaths and the obscene symphony of skin on skin, moans intertwined with filthy talk. “You like being watched, don’t you?”

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.