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It must be because she doesn’t want to cause any trouble for Samson. “That would be fifteen dollars, ma’am,” Nina said, punching the goods bought into the computer. Her steady reaction appears to be annoying Andrea more than she can comprehend. It was one of Nina’s attributes that made her detest her. She always acts like she has everything under control. She clenched her fist, feeling the urge to pull at Nina’s hair and watch her beg for her life.

she retorted back. “Of course, you are not. Staring at a shirtless man for more than minutes and without even his consent….sure…you are the most innocent person alive, Ms. Halzen,” even his tone was laced with taunts which made Nina frown but somehow his words started heating up her cheeks because he was not lying. She had been staring at his naked upper body while forgetting about the time and might have enjoyed the interesting view more if he would not have interrupted her but ... .so what? That didn't make her a pervert as she was not having any immoral thoughts inside her head regarding his naked body…..Right?

“He likes to see everything when he walks in. Makes him hard instantly.” Nina’s sob caught in her throat. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the little cotton shorts she slept in and let them drop. No underwear beneath. A neat, trimmed patch of dark curls, already glistening. The scent of her arousal mixed with Rita’s fever-sweat and filled the room like incense. Rita inhaled greedily. “Fuck, look at you. He’s going to lose his mind.” Nina climbed onto the bed as if it were a scaffold. The mattress dipped under her knees. She lay on her back beside her sister, arms stiff at her sides, thighs pressed together so tightly the muscles trembled.

“Yes, because I’ll do anything to get back with you, Nicklaus! Anything!” His eyes darkened, disappointment heavy in them. “That’s a shame, Nuela, a shame that you’ve stooped this low.” But instead of shrinking back, Nuela leaned forward, her desperation burning brighter. “It’s not a shame! Don’t you see? It worked! You’re here. You came to see me. Don’t deny it, you still feel something for me. I saw it, Nicklaus. Back at the training hall, when you saw me… when you saw me naked…” she licked her lips deliberately, “your eyes told me everything, you were aroused.”

Bea’s enthusiasm was palpable, and her genuine belief in the magic of the evening infused me with a newfound confidence. As we continued our preparations, Bea revealed an array of beauty products fit for a princess. The table was adorned with an assortment of makeup brushes, shimmering eyeshadow palettes, and luxurious skincare products. I couldn’t believe that she had curated such a collection specifically for us. It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves.

​I lowered my eyes slightly, focusing on keeping my steps steady, when a familiar, ringing laugh cut through the chatter near the grand staircase. ​"Well, well... this is an entirely unexpected sight." ​ ​I lifted my gaze. ​Standing near the base of the central marble staircase was Lady Tanya. ​She looked utterly, blindingly breathtaking. She was wrapped in a sweeping, custom-tailored gown of pristine white velvet, intricately embroidered with brilliant emerald stones that caught the morning sun like liquid fire. Her posture was flawless, her radiant beauty unquestionable—she looked every single inch the perfect, ideal future High Luna that the Twelve Kingdoms believed her to be.

The slick heat of her pussy clenching around my fingers. The way she gasped my name. Her little whimpers when I curled deeper, the way her thick thighs shook and tried to snap around my hand. Her scent—vanilla and jasmine and pure fucking arousal—still clinging to my skin no matter how hard I scrub my hand on my thigh. We pull into the driveway. Mom turns and smiles at me. “Wasn’t that nice? Mia’s such a bright girl. Harvard finalist. Can you imagine? You could learn a thing or two from her, Ethan.”

"If a person writes a detailed scenario... a dirty, illicit fantasy... creates a world where rules don't exist... is that person guilty of wanting it to happen?" The air left my lungs. He wasn't talking about the law. He was talking about us. About the scene I wrote. About the scene he read. "I..." I stammered. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "Speak up, Maya," he challenged, dropping the 'Miss Lin'. "You seem to have a vivid imagination. Use it." I clenched my hands under the desk. I thought about my writing. I thought about the comment from Titan_X praising my understanding of power dynamics.

My wife does not join them. Saraphina sits beside me, straight-backed and calm, her sharp eyes moving across the room. She watches the nobles like a merchant checks his books—who drinks too much, who whispers too closely, and who still owes her family a debt. Eight hundred years old, yet she looks like she stepped out of an unfinished painting. Pale skin, black hair pinned with silver thorn-shaped combs, and eyes like old wine. My Luna, Saraphin, is an ancient vampire—elegant, brilliant, and dangerous. She controls the realm’s taxes and royal treasury. Vampires think in centuries, not days, and Saraphina’s greatest weapon is wealth.