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My legs were trembling. “Anthony,” Connor called. I couldn’t even lift my head to see what was going on, “I know,” Anthony said, cursing under his breath. He picked up his pace and I nearly fell to the ground. He leaned into my ear once more, “You better fucking cum, or else you won’t be allowed to until we do.” He gripped my hair, yanking me back and making my back arch. Almost as if on cue, my body shook violently as my orgasm struck, a liquid puddle forming between my legs. “Good girl.” My eyes fluttered as he fixed me up in time before the elevator dinged open.

My last thread of resistance snapped. Now we moved in unison, beast and man both, driven by an unrelenting need. The full moon had already twisted my mind into chaos. And now she was here—this woman who smelled like wild tulips and heat and everything forbidden. A temptress. A witch. She looked at me with wide, enchanted eyes that made my blood burn and my body tremble. With a desperate growl, I tore open the dress she wore—already straining at the seams from her curves—and what I saw beneath stole my breath.

“Your mate is here.” Violet light surged from his eyes as he poured his energy into her, sealing some of the deepest cracks. Alinta weakly fluttered her lashes, revealing irises of fading gold. She gazed upon the monster before her with tenderness. “My only,” she breathed, her voice brittle, barely a sound at all. “Yes, my temptress. It's time we try something new,” he rumbled in in her ear, his tone heavy with hunger and resolve. “I must find that bastard before you disappear from me completely.”

It’s like watching a bad accident—I want to look away but my eyes are glued to what’s happening, and no matter how many times I tell myself to look away, I can’t. Once Liam is satisfied, he pulls out and shoos the woman from his office. It’s clear the arrangement is only meant for his pleasure, and once he’s happy, he tosses the woman out without a second glance. I exit out of the video and stare at the file. What am I going to do about it? I know I told Ace I wanted to put this whole thing with Liam behind me, but now that I’ve seen it, it has fuelled the burning hatred I have for this man. On top of hiring someone to kidnap me, he has the audacity to cheat on me and pretend like he’s the v

"I'm sick of being ambushed at family functions, the office or even on the street by my mother. Always with another heiress in tow. I thought she would have run out of options after she hit up almost every family at the club but she just cast a wider net." "Well," Skylar said glancing at her watch. "We have half an hour left, let's get our story figured out. I suspect she will probably be suspicious and pull a divide and conquer so we better be on the same page." "Have you already met my mother?" James asked wryly. Skylar winked at him as the waitress arrived at their food. "Thank you," he said to the waitress, without taking his eyes off Skylar. The waitress shot Skylar a daggered look as s

No wonder they came up with something new every single day. This neighborhood, I realized, was Valen's infamous red-light district—a cesspool of society's dregs. Good-for-nothings who spent their days drifting from one sleazy joint to another. Whenever they ran out of money, they'd shoot another video. But by the time the truth dawned on me, it was already far too late. Ryuzo and his men used me for three full months. They tried every method they knew, every position, every depraved act—all of it on my body.

Riven stood over her like a conqueror, cock still half-hard and shiny with their combined mess. He grabbed her by the hair and made her sit up, forcing her to face the cheering crowd with cum dripping down her thighs. “This is my prize,” he declared possessively. “My personal fucktoy. Anyone touches her dies.” Elowen leaned against his leg, trembling and utterly claimed, her body marked and filled. The humiliation burned, but so did the dark thrill of being completely owned by the Reaper. The underground fight club had its new legend tonight—not just the undefeated fighter, but the brutal man who had publicly ruined the most beautiful prize they’d ever offered.

The girl was planning on getting drunk and they had many miles to travel that day. And a tipsy mate was extremely alluring for his poor cock. Just the thought of taking his drunk mate made his shaft hard as steel. The witch must have cast a spell over him. Otherwise how could he lose control? “My liege,” Fenris said as he watched her along with Tova. “I think she is the most alluring woman I have ever seen!” “Don’t tell me she has cast a spell on you too?” he grated.

He could only swallow before a sultry and hot voice teased quietly from the deep red lips of the pale mistress. "I must be your first." The temptress before him commented, raising an eyebrow almost mockingly of the man knelt before her. It was as if he was hypnotised, the desire was there to gaze upon her face but his eyes were fixed upon her bust, the wide and deep valley of her chest that drew his eyes like a moth to a flame. The smoothness of her skin was assuredly unnatural, not a single blemish upon her pale hefty curves, nipples pointed blatantly through the silk-like strips holding them (if that was even the right word as they spilled liberally from either side).

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm not sure it's your place to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. I know exactly what I'm getting into." Louis scoffed again. "I didn't want to say this but you should know that Emily is a gold-digger, always has been. You're just blinded by your feelings. Think about all the times she lied to me. Well, you may not have known, but she's manipulative. Do you really want to go through that?" Do I turn authoritative? I was having so much fun entertaining him that I didn't want it to end soon. He must've reveled in the thought that he was getting to me, but that was a contradiction.