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Jonas obliged, pulling back just enough to strip off his shirt. Alva’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of him....the hard planes of his chest, the definition of his muscles. He was beautiful, and he was hers. Her hands skimmed over his bare skin, exploring him with a mix of awe and urgency. Jonas groaned at her touch, his head falling forward to rest against her shoulder. “You’re going to drive me crazy,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

She yelled at him. 'I took them and my fellow friends watched you naked, we sparked your soft bouncing arse. " He uttered with an evil smirk on her lips. Jenna felt irritated and ashamed at that moment. She wished the ground could just open and swallow her up. Without showing off the pain she felt, she sighted her clothes at the far end and stood up to pick it up. The four guys looked at her with a strange facial expression on their faces. "We have records of your nudes. Damien uttered which made her stop instantly.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

Though he'd shaved his head, grown a bedragled beard and applied some type of temporary tattooing to the visible portion of his neck, Nick Johansen was unmistakable. Opening the computer’s media player, he started the video, facing the laptop’s screen towards Frank Shepard. “This.” Marcus knew by the long chain of explosive cursing the instant that the video provided a clear shot of Johansen’s face. Resting an elbow on the table, his large hand wrapped around his chin and one side of his jaw, he watched as Shepard took in the details, a furious snarl curling his mouth at Johansen’s cheeky salute from the edge of his property. “Where the hell did you get this?”

“That you’ve the most gorgeous legs I’ve ever beheld.” “I know what you’re doing, Mathis.” He lifted his head to blink darkly lashed eyes at me. “What?” “You want to break me.” “And then rebuild you in my name.” “I won’t let you destroy me like Kasha destroyed you.” He flinched at that. “I’ve no wish to do that to you.” “Then what?” “Jonas has fallen in love with you.” He admitted. Sliding his body along mine, like a rising serpent. Until he was level with my face. Propping himself on his elbows to toy with my hair with his fingertips. Giving the top of my head a thoughtful study.

But I seemed to see Johnathan's eyes glow green and then disappear again. I sensed that he was completely naked, his skin texture was firm and tender, and he must have worked out regularly. His blond hair was wet and plastered all over his back, and I could see his full face more clearly. I have to say, his face would really drive a lot of girls crazy. He could totally compete with superstars for vogue covers. "I can't believe you're thinking of disobeying my orders." "W...what?" "You just tried to run away didn't you?"

They looked terrified, their faces pale and drawn as they were forced to stand before her. “No,” Nina whispered, her voice barely audible. “No, please…” Marcus’s smile widened as he watched the scene unfold. “Surprised?” he asked. “I thought it was time for a little family reunion. After all, it’s not every day you get to see the people you love most in the world, all in one place.”

Jonas and Jacob left together while Joshua and I remained inside the restaurant. "Good job, Etincelle," Joshua teased as he sat across from me. He leaned on his seat and crossed his legs comfortably. "How did you know them?" I asked. I was utterly shocked when Jonas came into view, showing off his impressive chest. Standing at the door, he blocked the light from outside the restaurant with his body. He was wearing a checkered, long sleeved polo with two buttons left open. He looked fresh from the market that any customer would be willing to buy him at any cost. His wavy hair was brushed up with taper fade. I've seen those styles before but today looked different.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.