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I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every

Tyler’s POV “Fifty Shades of Gray? That’s what we are going to watch?!” My little snow flower nodded like a beagle being asked by her master. “I thought we were going to watch a funny movie.” “This is a funny movie,” Elaine reasoned. “At least some part of it. The original trilogy is basically a fanfiction of Twilight, the movie we last watched.” “Twilight? The one where they portray vampires with diamond skin and werewolves that shift with clothes on?”

Chapter 5 There was something about foreplay that made you unprepared for the real thing. I mean, you're already screaming from pleasure hence you forget just how high you can actually ascend. The minute Anthony buried himself inside me, I died. One thrust from him and I was instantly revived. My body jerked roughly, the orgasm ravaging through me like a merciless intruder. My mouth was wide open but no sound formed. My eyes rolled inward, my brain completely rewired. “Yes,” Anthony grunted, pulling out and slamming back in. “Come for me. Just like that, baby. Just like that.”

Sam walked the grounds of Versailles alone, trying to collect his thoughts. He walked down an ambling path, twisting and turning its way through perfectly trimmed hedges. Ever since he’d met Kendra, he had been able to think of little else. There was something about her: she was so young, and her skin was so smooth and flawless, and her aqua eyes completely hypnotized him. When she looked at him, with the full power of those eyes on him, he had been able to think of nothing else.

Roman said, discarding both his clothes and hers, the city lights the only source of illumination in the tiny motel room. But they didn't care about the motel room, neither did they care about the rusty bed or paint-stripped walls. All they needed was each other and their love. I put down my pen and went over the page one more time to correct any mistakes. I bit my lips as I concentrated on proofreading. Nearly done, only the final sex scene and it was going to be a master piece! “I want to bite that lip, Miss Sanders.” “Quoting Christian Grey doesn’t make you any less creepy, Mr. Whitmore”.

This folder contains several papers, and one of them, Jonathan hands it to me. "Read it and ask what you want to know." We sit on the bed, facing each other, in a Buddha shape. I read the contract. I remember how I was so curious to have one of these at the time of the acclaimed film 50 Shades of Grey. "Right, bondage?" "All kinds of restraints. Ropes, handcuffs, ties..." "I like that." He smiles. I continue. "Ageplay?" "You're not ready for that." "Pet Play?"

After scrolling for a while, she settled on a romantic drama that could at least distract her for a little while. “Fifty Shades...” Malikha murmured as she read the title on the screen. A faint smile curved on her lips when she saw the female lead receiving stacks of books as gifts from the male protagonist, even though the man himself refused to be involved in a romantic relationship. For some reason, it reminded her of herself. “Are you like Mr. Grey too?” Malikha asked quietly into the empty room. Her eyes remained fixed on the television, but her mind wandered elsewhere. “Do you also have countless sides of yourself... shadows I know nothing about?”

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.