Playboy Bloods Novels & Stories

33: Play Time > We stroll through hallways connected to different playrooms and Sophie peeks into each playroom curiously. Despite my rock hard cock, I am being patient with her right now. If she was my sub, I would have spanked her for making me wait like this. I groan inwardly. Idea of hitting her perfect ass doesn't help my filthy mind either. her mouth goes slack when she sees a male sub getting his balls tortured. "It's Testicle bondage clamps." I tell her.

she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing. "Yes baby, scared of the name huh?" he asked grinning and waited for her response. When she didn't answer him, he continues, "Let me tell you a little story about myself. I've been Dark Blood for the past 5years now, and can you guess how many girls I'd played games with? Hahahaha, you can't guess, let me help you out with that. In each month, I always have a victim and the exciting part of it all is my victims are in different countries and cities. Now multiply 12girls in each year to 5years, how many is that? 60!" he exclaims and laughed out loudly in an annoying way.

The realization that my golden boy era was dead now and the mafia's toy had been born tonight broke me even further. How long can I play this deadly game before it completely kills me?

But not this time. "Anyone wants to get a share"? Daniel turned to the men behind him and heard a few chuckles. "Come on. Free meal eh"? Daniel stepped back as two boys came ahead opening their zippers. "Let the show begin". They all laughed in devil. Wyatt and Mason were standing trying to be brave and look at strong. Daniel smirked. Just on cue the boys at their back entered Wyatt and Mason in one go, and the place echoed with their loud screams. Begging for mercy but Daniel's men was deaf by now. They were thrusting their hard lengths in animalistic speed fucking those fuckers hard. Daniel held Wyatt's hand while he took his dagger into his hand. He sliced his fingers one by one before wa

he asked "why" I said "don't know I think so better that play boy is best than this good boy" he laughed and said "you can't bare that playboy princess you will be scared" he kissed on my cheeks I pushed him and turned away he hugged me more tightly and said "don't do that princess if you are angry just hit me but don't push me away" he is pleading me like a kid I said "no iam not angry iam just confused" he asked "confusion about what princess"

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.