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Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

I tossed the card to the ground and said indifferently, “The payment for this banquet is nine hundred thousand dollars. Please remember to pay what you owe me.” Carlson looked up and said mockingly, “Professor Taylor, aren’t you poor? Five years ago, you were barking like a dog for just a thousand dollars.”

"Just bare with Master Eugene, in the meantime. He is quite grumpy at times, but he is not always like that. He is really a nice man, believe me." Jorah said in his master defense while he tried his best to move the burnt casserole over the gas range towards the empty countertop. The casserole was almost as big as the size of the cat's body itself so the other party was having a hard time carrying it. Seeing this, Abby came to his rescue.

“Does any of that sound familiar to you?” “Yeah.” My chest tightened. “Yeah, it does.” “She’s not you, though.” Rave’s voice was firm. “She’s… softer. More open. Cries at the drop of a hat, which is annoying as hell, but…” He shrugged. “She’s got potential. Just needs someone to teach her control.” “And you think you’re qualified for that?” “Well, I’m more qualified than you, bitch.” He smirked. “At least I don’t run away from my problems.”

“Of course. You and Asher deserve better. I’m not asking you to leave with nothing. I’m giving you a way out.” I searched his face, trying to find even a flicker of honesty. But Rave was too smooth, too practiced. His words always carried two meanings, and I wasn’t sure which one to believe. “You want me to just walk away from everything I’ve built,” I said bitterly. “The house. The network. The control I still have.” “You call this control?” He scoffed, gesturing toward the screen. “They’re already closing in. It’s only a matter of time before your ‘control’ is gone. Then what? What happens to you? To Asher?”

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

“Daniel is a saint. But Avalain… she cornered me in the hallway today. She told me that once she has the baby, I’ll be sent back to the Grove for good. She said she’s the one Michael really wants as a daughter-in-law. She said… she said she has information about the ‘College Night’ that could destroy the Blackwood name if Daniel doesn’t do exactly what she says.” Rita’s grip on my hand tightened until it hurt. Her loyalty was to the name above all else. The idea of a mistress having leverage—the idea of a girl like Avalain, who wasn’t a “true” socialite, threatening the sanctity of the Blackwood legacy—was an affront Rita couldn’t ignore. “She said that?” Rita hissed, her voice turning into

He wore a black silk robe over a gray shirt and sweatpants. He still looked handsome. Just... tired. As though life had exhausted him. "Good afternoon, Young Master," Madame Beatrice greeted politely, bowing her head. Only then did he glance in our direction. His gaze landed on me. Sharp. Cold. Evaluating. The kind of stare that made people look away. I didn't. "Your new personal maid has arrived," Madame Beatrice continued. His expression didn't change. Not even slightly. For several seconds, silence filled the room.

"Are you guys playing a new game? Can I join?" "Is... Is this your dog?" "Yes" "Can you tell it to leave me alone? I'm not a bad person" "I don't know that. Daddy says Freddie has an eye for bad guys. He doesn't like them" "I promise I'm not bad. My name is Tanner Hale and we just moved here. We're going to be neighbors"

“So what? It’s just 300 thousand dollars. It’s nothing compared to Eighth Master. All Eighth Master has is money!” That was what they said, but someone browsed the stream and realized that Eighth Master was gone. Someone else said that Eighth Master must have a problem with his internet connection and would be back instantly, but another person retorted, saying that he had gone to another live stream… Eighth Master had been driven away by the rockets. He had put up quite the bluster but turned a buffoon when he had to act out his bluster. Reivaj said nothing either, merely saying goodbye, and left the live stream.