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I smirk, lean in and kiss her mate mark, making her moan louder. “I don’t have a damn clue, but it was a serious turn on.” “Fuck me, Leander, make me come again for you.” “Your wish is my command.” We fuck long and hard, and in every position I have Sara in, she comes around me. I’ve never been with a woman who could have so many orgasms all at once! As she rides my cock, Sara slides her hands into her long hair and tips her head back. I don’t think Sara realises just what a Goddess she is to me. Sara is beyond beautiful and everything I could ever want and need.

I mean, we have no idea who's out there, what they might do to us. Sara turned to face her, her eyes glittering with excitement and just a hint of fear. 'That's the point, babe. The anonymity, the unpredictability. It's what makes it so fucking hot.' Mia's heart raced as she nodded, her consent both terrifying and exhilarating. She watched as Sara peeled off her tiny black tank top, revealing her full, round tits barely contained by a lacy black bra. Mia's mouth went dry. She knew she should feel jealous, insecure even, but the raw lust on Sara's face as she stared at Mia was intoxicating.

"Sabrina was such a good kid. She was pretty, sweet, and everyone in the neighborhood liked her. How did she end up with parents like that?" "Exactly. This is murder, plain and simple. An eye for an eye wouldn't even be enough!" "The book should be thrown at them! If you don't want to raise a child right, don't have one. What century is this? Who still favors one child over another like that?" "They deserve to die!" Mom and Dad didn't argue. Instead, the corners of their mouths lifted slightly. "If only they'd let me pay for it with my life. Now that Sabrina's gone, I don't want to live either. Olivia shouldn't have murderers for parents." They both murmured approximations of this sentiment.

I let out a breath, glad she was gone. *You think that was bad? She went easy on us,* Balric said and I could feel him shudder. *I never would’ve thought Caius would bring her here. This changes things.* Does it? *How does this change anything?* I picked up the fork, still feeling off-balance, and started to eat the large amount of food on the plate. There was a little bit of everything. Eggs, bacon, fruit, waffles. *Sara is a good woman. Honest and fair.*

krish given letter to sarah, sarah started reading the letter dear friends, I'm sorry for leaving everyone without informing I don't want to stay like this anymore by becoming burden to everyone I can't bare it by looking the pity in everyone's eyes killing me from second to second the people's pituful eyes on me and the strange looks is enough for me I can't die I know it I want to live but not like this I want to live like myself so I'm leaving everyone and taking rio with me because he is the only family I have I only wish for you people's happiness be happy I miss you all I will return when I feel I'm okay untill then dont search for me no matter how much you people search for me you can

Max's expression tightened into an icy stare, while Sara’s eyes gleamed with barely concealed hatred. “Well, if it isn’t the prisoner herself,” Sara sneered, her voice loud enough to gather attention from the guests milling around the car park. Her words cut through the air, sharp and venomous. “Did you come to make a scene, Eva? Or are you just looking for more pity?” I let her words sink in, steadying myself. “Sara,” I said coolly, “I’m not here for pity. I’m here because I have every right to be. And because I’m done letting people like you dictate my life.”

My eyes were already red because of hangover and this crying must have made me look like a blood thirsty witch. "Ananya A. Bajaj Oberoi, listen to me very carefully. None of these events are your fault. Neither Sarah's injury nor this party postponement. You are the most amazing woman I have ever seen. You can't control your pyrophobia so don't blame yourself for it."

Rosy came to us and offered us a glass of juice. "Thank you, Rosy." I am perplexed as to why she provided us with juice when we did not inquire about it. She handed me the glass with a seductive smile. I ignored her smile and focused on Sara. "Sara, how did you simplify things so easily?" I looked at her with admiration. "I've learned from my past experiences to never judge a book by its cover. Furthermore, as an author, I must consider every possibility that may arise." She reached for her glass, but it slipped on the table.

Davis POV I made things worse even though that was not what I intended to do. I decided to put all that excess energy into work and I succeeded. But the emptiness was still there. Deep into the night, I noticed Sara step out in a red silky nightwear. Her wavy hair was let down and she looked cute walking with her barefeet. Her toe nails, I noticed were void of colours, clean and gorgeous. I wondered if it were possible to find another kind of woman like her in the world which was now condemned with sin and a lot of sensual stuff.