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Isabella's POV I knew exactly where to find Maria. She frequented one of the most expensive spas in the city, a place where wealthy women came to spend hours being pampered while pretending they had nowhere else to be. The moment I stepped inside, the smell of essential oils and expensive perfumes greeted me. Soft music played somewhere in the background, barely loud enough to interrupt the quiet conversations around the room. Everything was polished and carefully arranged, from the cream-colored furniture to the fresh flowers placed on the reception desk.

Patricia said, pointing her fork at me for emphasis, "is exactly how you keep these men exactly where you want them, wrapped completely around your finger. You have to be wild and sexy for your man sometimes, Genevieve, it's good for both of you." "What if I do too much?" "There is no such thing as too much for a man who actually loves you," she said firmly. "And I have watched the way Norman looks at you, even at the gala, even mid crisis with Dennis screaming in the background. That man adores you completely, like head over heels kind of love. So please, unravel your inner bad bitch and let her breathe a little this afternoon." I stared at her, genuinely fighting a laugh. "Who exactly is t

“Come over here, baby.” I moved between his thighs, heart racing. He was still fully dressed from the waist up, but his pants were pushed down just enough. I pulled them lower, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, hard, and intimidatingly big. The head was flushed dark, already leaking precum. I gulped heavily. I had forgotten just how massive it was. “Take it slowly, baby,” he said gently, his voice full of praise. “Like the good girl you are.”

The invitation came through Cordelia's assistant the evening before. It was a short text “Mrs. Crane requests your company for lunch tomorrow by twelve thirty in the estate.” Sloane read it twice and typed back immediately. “Of course. I'll be there.” Then she put her phone down and stood in the middle of her apartment and thought about what she was going to wear. ********* The estate dining room table seated twenty-four people.

Her eyes sparkled when she saw us. "Lorena! Julian! I missed you so much!" "You look so happy!" I said, hugging her back. Elise laughed, her voice cheerful. "I am happy. Living here has made me feel like a new person." She sat next to Damian, and instinctively her hand reached for his. I noticed the gesture, the way their fingers intertwined, the way Damian looked at Elise with love, the way Elise smiled softly at him. "So, is there something you two need to tell us?"

A man in his late forties, tie loosened, eyes glassy from too many drinks as his eyes began to rake all over me like a lion seizing its prey. “Champagne, sir?” He smirked as I set the glass down. Before I could realize anything, his hand cracked across my ass—hard enough to sting through the transparent fabric of the red dress. “Don’t touch me!” I snap, turning to face him. “Relax,” A short, mocking laughter tears out of him. “Relax baby…I’m just appreciating the view in front of me.” He reaches for my ass again. Before I can stop myself—

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

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The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

“I suppose we’ll have to be more careful next time, my powerful Mia. We can’t have the entire house falling apart around us.” I playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. “Are you saying that my powers are too much for you to handle, Jonathan? Should I hold back next time?” He leaned in, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. “Never, my love. Your powers only make our love more extraordinary. I wouldn’t trade a single moment of this passion for anything in the world.” I sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him. “I feel the same way, Jonathan. Our love is unique, and I’m grateful for every broken bed and cracked floor that reminds us of our extraordinary connection.”