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I begged him to climax with me. “I gonna shoot…I’m gonna…fuck….hmpf…hmpf….uuhh…mmm…uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!” Malachi shot his load. He moaned so loud, I damn near dropped the phone as hearing him, made me reach my peak. Chills ran instantly down my back as my nipples hardened; my canyon walls quivered as I flowed freely bursting with pleasure across my body.

A very satisfying experience, he had said. She put the empty tray on the floor and grabbed the remote control. She didn't want to think about sex anymore. Or his Brides. On the AVC channel, she saw Amanda Amanni standing in front of a blown-up section of Baal corp and reporting on the latest details. Aya hardly heard her, for she spotted Malcolm by the crater. He looked tired and strained. His clothes were gray with dust and grime. The poor man. She longed to touch his handsome face and offer words of encouragement. Just then, the AVC reporter started a series of flashbacks, chronicling the highlights of the vampire feast.

She immediately closed her mouth and shook her head, taking a deep breath she finally answered him "Sure" A big smile broke out on Mark's face and he pumped his fist up in the air, while he continuously muttered "yeah yeah," he paused when he noticed Malia was still standing there "Umm.. can you forget what you just saw" he pleaded, his face flushed with embarrassment but Malia already had everything on Camera. "I will but I doubt my phone will," she said, wiggling the phone while trying to hide a smile. ::::::::::::::::::::: END :::::::::::::::::::::

“Before I became Jeremy Davenport. Elle’s brother. Before all of this, I did things that I am not proud of. Things I never ever want to talk about again” “Princess, if this is hard for you, you don’t have to talk about it until you are ready,” Malone said again, but he shook his head. “I used to do some bad things that I am not proud of,” Jeremy added, because he felt like he needed to make it clear to Malone that he wasn’t proud of it. He was desperate to make him see it. “I used to be a prostitute.” Malone’s body went still, and his eyes widened as a gasp left his mouth before he could stop it. His lips parted to say something, but words failed him. The shock was greater than he expected.

"You want me to beg for you, just like you begged for me last night?" Malakai raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her challenge. Without hesitation, he swiftly flipped Amani over, exposing her backside. With one hand firmly gripping the front of her neck, he pulled her up onto her knees, positioning her back against his chest. With his free hand, he firmly grasped a handful of her plump backside, then delivered a resounding slap. "I see I'm going to have to fuck the insolence right out of you first," Malakai declared, pushing Amani's head into the mattress, leaving her backside up and exposed.

The silence stretches. Then he glances at me. “You really don’t remember anything?” “I don't get, what am I supposed to remember?” I blink. “I only hired you for the night. That’s all. And I even paid you way more than you performed” I scoff. “Oh, wow” he exhales “a hundred dollar note worth. I should frame it” He continues in amusement, brushing the sides of his mouth. None of this is funny to me but it looks like he is enjoying every bit of it.

His hand brushed lightly over mine under the table and the tension left me. The waiter, looking flustered, picked up Dominic’s black card and slid it into a small handheld machine. I caught Fiona’s smirk in the corner of my eye. Harrison was grinning outright now, leaning back like he could already taste the victory. A faint beep sounded from the machine. The waiter’s brows knitted together. “Uh… the system says this card may be… possibly fraudulent.” My stomach dropped. Fiona gave a mock gasp. “Oh no. What a shock.”

Aunt Molly replied, coming round, she sat on the table right next to me, another piece of paper in her hand,“ A story worthy of front page Julie-James and Flair Mag material, “ she replied. I blinked twice trying to come down form my lost haze, “I mean, I guess, “ I replied trailing off, “ I could dig up old articles and study them so I can make the perfect story-“ “What?” Aunt Molly asked looking at me as if I had lost an eye, “an old story? Who the hell are you and what have you done to my Mckayla?” she asked. I sighed looking back at her as she continued, “that’s exactly what the other too sorry looking contestants are probably doing right now but not you. You are going to show them that

(Flashback) That day, after Marcus and Chloe left Paradiso, Amos quickly followed suit. On the way back, he noticed something was off with his body. A chilling realization hit him: he had been slipped an aphrodisiac! No! Not just him—Marcus and Chloe had both been drugged! The red wine they drank had all come from the same bottle. Chloe had left with the drugged Marcus! His heart raced in panic. He ordered the driver to chase after Marcus; the amount he had drunk was excessive, and the effects of the drug were hitting hard and fast.