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“One—thank you, Sir” Azriel received the next strike across his chest, leather snapping over both sensitive nipples. He cried out sharply, hips jerking as if fucking the empty air. Lucien worked them with sadistic jou. Back and forth. Shoulders, chest, thighs, the tender undersides of their cocks, their heavy balls. Each strike landed harder than the last. Their identical bodies bloomed with vivid red stripes. Sweat slicked their skin. Their cocks never softened, only throbbed harder, leaking steadily onto the floor as pain fed their twisted pleasure.

The pain inside me nearly swallowed me whole, but I still forced myself to stay calm and asked softly, "Then is there anything else you want? I'll go get it right now." Leo, however, beat me to it. He reached into his bag and took out an exquisitely packaged box of pastries and handed them to Celina. "I specifically went to buy these for you. They're the flavor you've been into lately. Give them a try?" Celina took the box, a smile spreading across her face. Even her voice became noticeably brighter. "Thank you, Leo. You really do know me well." I walked out of the room feeling deflated. Was this what she meant when she said nothing would change?

When the kidnappers shoved a gun into Elena Vaughn's mouth and demanded ten million dollars from her husband, Julian Vaughn was busy with another woman. He focused all his attention on slowly zipping up Chloe Bennett's gown, without a thought for what Elena was going through. Julian only agreed to pay the ransom after Elena said through gritted teeth that the kidnappers might actually kill her. Soon after, a transfer landed in the kidnappers' account. Amount received: one dollar. Then Julian's ice-cold voice came through the phone. "Elena, consider this dollar your acting fee. "Chloe's having an asthma attack. I don't have time for your little show." The line went dead. Her face covered in b

she muttered, the word tasting of ash, before ending the call. The phone dropped from her hand onto the marble countertop. The hopeful morning sunlight now felt accusatory. The hopelessness wasn't just an emotion; it was a physical wave that made her body tremble, forcing her to grip the edge of the sink. The fear of Adrian coming back into her life, peeling away the layers of safety and normalcy she’d grafted onto herself, was a cold nausea in her gut. She had done everything right. She’d moved states, changed her name through marriage, built a career as a freelance graphic designer—a ghost with a vibrant online portfolio. And yet, he’d found her. A single comment on her husband’s public F*

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.

Lina sat at the oak desk, her eyes fixed on the silver pen Ella had laid out like a surgical tool. Ella didn't just walk in; she arrived, a specter in a charcoal suit that looked like it had been carved out of stone. She dropped the folder, and the sound it made—a dull, heavy thwack—was the sound of a trap closing. "Read it," Ella said. Lina opened the cover. The headline was a masterpiece of corporate fiction: The East Pier Revitalization: A New Chapter for Nova City.

Hell No! Lincoln brought out his finger and slipped in two fingers at ones inside her opened hole, then brought it out again and licked his four fingers before slipping all four in— “Grgjhecb….Ahhh! Fuck! Oh My~ Lina moaned out gibberish when she felt the four fingers fill her hole and stretch her inside. She couldn't help but tighten her body making her walls tighten around the fingers, then when Lincoln began moving, it was so tight, but gave her so much sensation.

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