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How can that be? Mr. Merriweather continues. “If you agree, I will never lay a hand on you without your consent.” He looks down and sees his hand on me now and pulls it away. I smile. “That is… in a sexual fashion, of course.” He gives me a sheepish grin that makes him seem slightly more human and less like a superhero or a model from a magazine. “But… if anything should happen between us, it will stay between us.”

Then Ishtiyaq’s voice came, sharp, warning: “Sana… don’t even think about touching her. One scratch, one hint of harm—and I swear, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life.” Sana tilted her head, a sly, wicked smile creeping onto her face. “Relax, I know my limits. I just… think we could be partners. Imagine it, Ishtiyaq. You get what you want, and I get what I want. And Aariz? He’ll be mine in no time.” “You’re insane,” Ishtiyaq snapped, his frustration bleeding through. “Timtim is off-limits. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare.”

He moved his lips to my ear, “We’ll talk more at home.” ----------------------------------- I was seated at Triston’s side, my hands lying on my lap. We were seated at the family table. Marcus chatted with Alexandia’s family. Food had been served, and it sat in front of me, my eyes just staring at the pasta. Chatter was going on around me, my eyes moving to the side to see Triston downing another dark drink. I hadn’t seen him drink this heavily ever. My stomach seemed to grumble, not out of hunger, but nervousness. I hated feeling as if I had done another thing wrong. All I ever did was wrong. I moved forward, taking the champagne glass up, I moved it to my lips to take a sip,

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

I said, and I meant it in a way that had nothing to do with the Westbrook account. "Oh," Eli said, and there was understanding in his expression. "That kind of processing." "I don't know how to do this," I said, and I was terrified by how much vulnerability was in that admission. "I don't know how to exist outside of my control structures. I don't know how to let someone actually see me." "You already are," Eli said. "You're doing it right now." "It's terrifying," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But you're still doing it. That's what counts."

I slid across the sheets and knelt between his legs, already dripping again. He grabbed my hair and tilted my chin up. “First rule,” he said, voice commanding. “When I give you a command, you obey without hesitation. If you need a break, you say the safeword: red. If you want me to slow down, say yellow. Anything else…” He smirked. “Means keep going.” “Yes, Daddy.” “Second rule: You ask permission before touching yourself.” My thighs clenched. “Third: You speak when spoken to, unless I give you permission to talk.”

Does Mark know his sweet wife is fingering herself for strangers? A screenshot followed. A picture of me from last night; my lips parted in that rough moan. My breath hitched. “How?” I typed back fast, my fingers trembling around the keyboard. “Please, I’ll refund everything, just delete the picture.” He replied with his biggest tip ever: I don't accept refunds, just turn on the video call and no voice changer this time. Say my name while you touch that soaked pussy. Shame burned inside my chest. Mark trusted me yet here I was clicking accept on the video call because the heat pooling between my legs weighed more.

Finally, I slid my lace panties down my legs and stood completely naked before him, arms at my sides. Elias circled me slowly, inspecting every inch of my body. His fingers brushed over my nipples, which instantly hardened under his touch. He ran a hand down my stomach, then between my legs, cupping my already wet pussy. “Safe word is ‘Red’,” he said quietly, his breath warm against my ear. “Say it if you truly cannot take anymore. But know this… if you use it, there will be consequences. Severe ones.” I swallowed hard and nodded.

WRONG NEIGHBOR TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "MIA'S POV" I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.