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Grey and Ash are about to get named as the leaders of the pack. I crumble the paper in my hand and light a candle. Then I hold the candle flame to the paper as it starts burning down the paper till it turns into nothingness. "What are you doing? Burning my room?" Grey asks, coming out of the walk-in closet. He looks so damn handsome if you ask me. The black suit matches his caramel skin, and the way he has combed his hair matches that playful smile of his.

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

“I love you too drake” He plants another soft kiss on my lips as I smile. I had never felt so content in my life. “Now, let me wash you” He whispers kissing my temple, he turns to the huge bath, turning off the water as I pull my cardigan off my body. I pull the dress of my shoulders, unclasping my bra, all Shame went out the window the moment he marked me. I was his and he was mine. I had dreamed of this day for years, I may be inexperienced but I wasn’t a saint. Iv watched 50 shades of grey, i read the books, i've got the damn internet so I know what iv always desired to do.

Anaya shakes her head, pushing Jackson's hand away as she reads, his eyes rolling. Expressionless and numb Fake smile is finally gone No more laughter from within Colours fading grey Tongue-tied within a silenced mouth Eyes closed tears spilling out Heart smashing down No visible pain around Yet everything is pulling Quickly pulling me down Falling apart Limbs hardening Cracks beginning to show Hiding in a corner No one should know Hiding in a corner No emotions to show Anaya stares at Jackson. "Leave it kitten, he sure as hell won't be happy your reading whatever it is." Anaya shakes her head.

“Wait a minute! They’re going to test her, I want to know the results!” While they were discussing, Grey was fading away. “Wait.. wait...I want to see what’s going to happen.” Grey said as he was fading. And then Grey wakes up from his dream. He was pretty tired from the trip to the mountains and somehow a dream showed about a person he didn’t know. “That was pretty weird, I need to get some milk,” Grey said as he went downstairs. End of Chapter 58

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Chapter 4: The Unveiling Storm Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, painting the rumpled silk sheets in soft golds that matched the lingering warmth in my body. I lay tangled with Damien, my curves pressed intimately against his hard lines, his arm draped possessively over my waist. The events of the night replayed in my mind like a fever dream—the gallery, the desperate joining, the way he had claimed every inch of me until I felt reborn. My pussy still throbbed deliciously from the repeated invasions, slick with the remnants of our passion. Yet as his fingers began to trace lazy circles over the swell of my hip, stirring fresh desire, a quiet unease settled in my chest.

My mind felt hazy, my pussy throbbing and oversensitive, a strange mix of shame and deep satisfaction settling over me. Grey didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing heavily against my neck. Then he slowly withdrew, flipped me onto my back, and kissed me deeply — slow, possessive, claiming. His tongue tangled with mine as his body covered me completely, pressing me down into the mattress with his weight.

Claire’s POV The morning light hit the penthouse with a brutality that felt personal. It was too bright, too clinical, piercing through the sheer curtains. I blinked against the glare, my limbs feeling heavy, sluggish, weighted down by a mix of exhaustion and a lingering, sick sense of dread that never quite vacated my gut. Beside me, Grey was still out cold. His features, usually so sharp, predatory, and guarded, were softened in sleep, his breathing deep and steady. It was the only time he looked like a human being and not the apex predator who had systematically dismantled my life and somehow managed to make it lively, eventful and …. Beautiful at the same time. I hated to admit it but th

Staring back at me was a photocopied page from my super secret journal, the one I had misplaced…the one with all my dirty stories. “No... no way. This couldn't be happening.” I mumbled it to myself, my hands shaking badly, but my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and I knew that what I was seeing was real. It was one of the hottest scenes I'd written, the words black and clear as I read Wyatt bending me over his office desk…I couldn’t even read it because every filthy detail down from his thick shaft splitting me open, to cum leaking from my hole was right there on the page.