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“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I pulled my knees up and rested my chin on them, trying to look unbothered. Inside, my pussy gave a little throb. Stupid body. He was the enemy — the one with the keys, the power, the badge that could make my life hell or slightly less hell. A tall, skinny girl named Tasha walked over, smirking. “A new bitch thinking she's too good to play cards?” I looked up slow. “Not in the mood.” She laughed. “You will be when you bored as fuck in here.” Before I could clap back, Officer Kane’s voice cut through.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

"Take a look at this, you sterile jerk." He froze, then grabbed the report. His hands shook as he flipped it through. The bold word "azoospermia" stared back at him. "You lied to me!" he roared at Cecily, his voice breaking. Elmer turned his fury on them. I clapped mockingly and seized the moment to smash a chair against the drawer. Grabbing my documents, I started prancing out of the house. Dale grabbed my ankle, pleading, "Don't abandon me. I was wrong. I don't want a kid anymore. Please stay."

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

Sweat slicked our bodies, his chest hot against my back. He sped up, grunting with each powerful stroke. “That’s my dirty girl. Going to breed this neighbor pussy while your parents are gone. Fill you up with my load until it takes.” His words hit something filthy in me and I came hard, pussy spasming around his cock, juices squirting down my thighs onto the floor. I cried out his name, body jerking against the window.

No one moved until the sound faded completely. The near-miss broke something open. Liora lifted off Nate only long enough for Maddox to take his place. She sank onto him hard. Nate moved to her side, stroking himself while Maddox fucked up into her with short, deep strokes. The breeding talk returned, rougher now. “Take every drop. This is what you came out here for. Public and full.”

“Forget about that night. It was a mistake and I won’t say a word to anyone, and you won’t either. We pretend it never happened, and we go back to our lives. That’s the deal.” Ronan didn't even look up at first. He just let out a dry, humorless laugh that made the hair on her arms stand up. “I don't care if you say a word, Rissa,” he cut her off, his voice flat and indifferent. “Tell Finn or anyone, do you think I’m afraid of a scandal?” Rissa’s blood boiled. The sheer arrogance of his dismissal made her forget her fear for a split second. “You don't care? My entire life is on the line!” She took a step closer, her eyes blazing. “Fuck you, Ronan.”