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I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

Again, she would reject him, saying she can get home herself. Assistant Tseng could not believe what he had witnessed and could only shake his head to pity his president. Assistant Tseng ponders about Yang Tian-Xu’s taste in women, everyday Assistant Tseng would see the look on Yang Tian-Xu’s face as she rejects him for lunch, a ride home, and if anyone in the building finds out. They would be so jealous, they would think she's crazy. Heck, even Assistant Tseng himself is jealous.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

I carried her to the kitchen counter, bent her over, and fucked her from behind until her legs gave out and her moans reverberated throughout my apartment. She turned to slap me but I caught her wrist and licked her palm, then kissed her knuckles. “I’m not done writing you,” I whispered. And then I dropped to my knees behind her. Because fiction doesn’t come back for more, but obsession? Obsession writes sequels.

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

Just then, the mortal walked to the sealed door and opened it. Two women strutted in, followed by two men. Their eyes raked over me like predators circling prey. “Is this the catch?” one of the women asked, her lips curling into a strange smile. “Yes, he is…” the filthy bastard who struck me earlier replied. “He’s beautiful,” she whispered, her gaze lingering far too long. “Where did you find such a rare prize?” “I’ll say luck smiled on us last night,” he drawled, voice oily. “After losing two beauties, we were blessed with this… strange man. His looks... out of this world. Never seen hair, skin, or face like his. But…” He stopped and smirked.

Cara's POV. "I believe Mr. Hudson represents the future we all want to invest in," Tony's voice boomed across the boardroom table, steady and commanding. I sat at the front, with my legs crossed neatly under the table. The leather chair felt cool and firm against my back. The air in the room carried the rich scent of fresh coffee from the silver pots on the side cart and the faint, expensive cologne worn by the men around me. My notebook lay open in front of me, pen poised, but my mind already spun faster than any meeting notes ever could.

My breath hitches as I stroke myself slowly, visualizing her tight, pulsing pussy gripping my shaft while I pump my seed inside her during a frantic, stolen moment between pack duties. A heavy knock at the heavy timber door of the residence shatters my fantasy, snapping me back to reality. I blink, shaking the thick fog of lust from my head as I adjust my trousers and step out of the private study. Maisie has already retired to her bedchambers for the night. The heavy grandfather clock in the hall chimes six o'clock. I march down the hallway, pulling open the heavy iron-reinforced door to find Maribel standing in the torchlit corridor, holding a thick leather folder against her chest.

he moaned softly and gasped. “You like it?” “You are the best” he moaned again and grabbed her pony hair and began to push himself in and out of her. She held her lap and he paused. “Don’t do that yet” she stood up and laid on the bed, giving him a gateway to get in. “Shit!” Mr. Richard rushed into her. Riley stopped him penetrating in. “Hey! Promise me you will do anything I want” “Fuck me, I’ll kill for you” he said and slide in, pushing in and out repeatedly while Riley moaned repeatedly.