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-Leia- The luncheon passes slowly and every time I turn my back, I see Christian chatting up some beautiful woman. This happened more times than I can count, and after he sees me looking, he merely winks. What the hell is going on with him right now? I thought we had some kind of breakthrough earlier, but clearly, I was wrong. The man cannot be broken as easily as I suspected. I’ll need to figure out what type of person he really is if I’m going to win.

Xavier isn’t saying we should have sex right away, but if I want to, he would show me. Do I want to have sex with Xavier? I questioned even though I already knew the answer to my question, and not just Xavier, as much as I hated Christian, I wanted to have sex with him as well. My breath caught in my chest, as I got to the front door of the devil; Christian Blackwood—the attractive, sexually appealing son of a bitch. I knocked, and hoped he wasn’t inside, but my daydream was set ablaze when I heard his voice.

Her desperation was palpable, overshadowing Christian’s ominous revelation. Christian sighed deeply, shaking his head as his hands fidgeted with unease. “When we spoke, she mentioned her remaining light,” he explained, his voice cracking. “She used it—to save me from that place.” His lips tightened into a thin line, his expression pained. “Since Samantha disappeared, something strange started happening to me. I started seeing—d-dead people.”

Chapter 107: He desired it **Christiana’s POV** I closed my eyes and responded in my thoughts, wishing he could hear it: Yes, I am pregnant. The words echoed in my mind, trembling and fragile, begging to be released. A foolish part of me almost believed he could hear them because Bryan Adams wasn’t ordinary. He carried himself like a man who saw through people, who pulled truth out of silence. I opened my eyes, almost curiously, searching his face as though some hidden power would make my unspoken confession reach him.

Damon immediately panicked - after all, if he was submerged in these waters, would forget how he loved her and maybe even would be able to complete his mission. - Finally you visited us.- Alistair greeted Damon, came closer and hugged him gently.- Johhan was following you, on Salvadore's orders, and discovered that you fell victim to the charm of the sorceress. Fortunately, he and his brother informed me about it in time. Now, according to our rite, you will be submerged in the black waters of the Lake of Darkness.- he announced, giving a sign to the guards. The two tallest of them grabbed Damon by the arms, took off his jacket, blouse and pants, and then plunged him into the dark abyss. Pen

“I didn’t think I was capable either.” He smiles, a slow, predatory warmth entering his eyes as he reaches for the top button of my shirt, his fingers starting to deftly unbutton it. “I’ll do this dark thing for you,” he whispers against my skin, his hands moving with smooth confidence. “If you’re okay with it. You have to be completely okay with it, Baby.” If I’m okay with it? I am one hundred percent, absolutely, totally, completely okay with it. Why on earth do you think I’m with you, Christian? Because I actually care about your hopes and dreams? Because you’re incredibly hot? Because I’m just some lonely, desperate housewife who can’t get enough of your perfect body and your giant, thro

“When we get to our destination, you will know.” The car was blacked out, so I could not see anything. “Take your shirt off,” Christain suddenly said. “Come on, be fast.” I raised the shirt that Eli had roughly shoved down my body earlier. My chest was exposed and bruised. “So this okay?” “Mmmm,” he muttered underneath his breath. “You have to take care of what is mine, Lyla,” he said, touching my ribs. I hissed when he pressed a sore spot. “This would not do.”

He muttered. "You should also go and change" He nodded and left for his room. I know he won't be able to do anything but his words gave me a different peace. After changing clothes, I lay down on the bed with a smile on my face, remembering how Christian forcefully fed me and made me take medicine. His care and love spoiled me again. Soon, the darkness consumed me because of the medicine effect. In the morning, After taking a bath, I went towards Christian's room to spend some time with him before the dark cloud named Satan consumed me completely.

“Especially not to me.” Something in my chest tightened at that. My lips trembled, but this time, a small laugh slipped out between the tears. “You’re gonna run out of shirts if I keep crying like this.” Christian glanced down at the dark patch on his green shirt and gave a crooked smile. “Guess I’ll need to buy a lifetime supply. Or just stick to darker colors.” A laugh bubbled out of me, soft but real, and it eased some of the ache inside. He smiled at the sound, like it was the only reward he wanted. Then, with a quiet sigh, he guided me to sit on the bed .

"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."