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Familiar one’s fingers dug into my hips, leaving fresh bruises. Another orgasm built—deeper, darker. When it crashed, I blacked out for seconds—whole body convulsing, squirting again, mess dripping to the floor. They roared through their own releases: familiar one spilling hot in my ass, new one flooding my pussy, Shadow grinding against the base of her strap until she shuddered. They held me there—still buried, bodies pressed, breathing ragged against my skin. Slow withdrawal. Gentle now. Blindfold off. Earplugs out. World rushed back—too bright, too loud. They unbound me carefully, lowered me to blankets on the floor. Water. Chocolate. Soft cloths wiping sweat, cum, tears.

Done with my last final. Gray: Great! How did you do? Me: A Gray: Proud of you! Do you want to come home or meet me for lunch? Everything went dark, and there was a horrible pain in my chest. I heard sounds outside my car, and I thought I heard the ping of several text messages, but all the noises blended together. I couldn't differentiate the texts from the calls, and my eyelids refused to budge. I couldn't get out of the darkness. I didn't know how much time went by before there was a knock on the glass of my window. The door swung open violently, and I felt him on me before I understood what he said. My eyes tried to flutter, but I was fighting the inevitable.

Chapter Five: The Past Revealed Early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the delicate lace of the duvet. The events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, each moment more surreal than the last. I had proposed to Simeon Blackwood, a man I barely knew, in desperation to get away from the haunting memories of Alex. Yet, here I was, trying to sort through the labyrinth of my emotions and the decisions I'd made.

I was sure if I expelled any more liquid, I would wither away into a prune-y version of myself. I stared at the screen for a few more moments, but continued sifting through the higher ranks in the back, searching for Grey's ebony hair. When I spotted it, not long after I started, I practically teleported over to him - that's how fast I was there. As soon as I hovered over his shoulder, Grey looked up at me, his face a mixture of concern, astonishment, and wonder, but he smiled nonetheless.

I trailed off, frowning at his unreadable expression. He looked like he was either battling an internal war or fighting the urge to strangle me. His eyes, glacial as usual, now flickered with a fire that went beyond anger. Something I couldn't quite catch. Wait... Suddenly, the awkwardness of our position hit me like a ton of bricks—something straight out of Fifty Shades of Grey. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the papers against my face. What was wrong with me? Scrambling to my feet, I clutched the notebook to my chest like it could shield me from the red, hot mortification flooding through me.

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I began to black out. “Just breathe,” Gracie whispered, her voice echoing in my ears. “Let it take hold.” she instructed. The room began to spin, the glowing orbs around me blurring into streaks of light. My legs felt weak, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt myself hit the ground below me as the world around me went dark, and all I could hear in the Darkness were soft, alluring whispers. —————————- This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

or almost his age at least. Oh, fuck, but I would be lying if I said I hadn't enjoyed every bit of it. We had dinner together and had a little mother and children's conversation. When I got back to my room, Ethan was fast asleep, so I decided to do something a little nosy. I took his briefcase and carefully opened It. I went through all the papers in there but I saw nothing. I looked again and found a receipt for $45,000. I looked through the receipt carefully and it was for a necklace.

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.

There was silence as everyone watched Mrs. Grace as she glanced through the document President Blossom had submitted to her. Lindsey's heart was beating ten times faster than usual and she just felt like collapsing. She stared at Mrs Grace for a while before shifting her gaze to the two subordinate judges seated close to Mrs. Grace side by side waiting for an order from their boss, before she shifted her gaze to President Blossom who had her gaze on Mrs. Grace as if trying to read her mind. Lindsey sighed closing her sweaty palm as her eyes landed on Reporter Sharon who had her eyes on her and a smirk plastered on her face. "I'm doomed," Lindsey muttered. thank goodness she was seating if no

Grey thought out loud. "What?" Zing exclaimed in confusion. "She came back to the room? Tell me, Grey. What's going on?" Zing queried. Grey raked his fingers through his hair. "I found Vivian naked on my bed this morning," he finally said. "What?" Zing was stunned by what he just heard. "Where you also naked?" Zing asked him, and he nodded. "Fuck, how did this happen?" Zing asked, shocked by all these things he was hearing.