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I had to. The man who had destroyed my father, who had forced me into this twisted game, couldn’t just be someone I allowed myself to feel something for. His words echoed in my mind—I love you. But how could I trust those words? He had lied to me before, manipulated me. The man who claimed to love me was the same one who had built an empire on the backs of people like my family.

His jaw flexed once before he crossed the space between us and tore the tape from Alice’s mouth, untying her hands with careful fingers. “I’m here,” he told her softly. She launched herself into him, sobbing now, the fear finally spilling over. Only then did he turn to Willow. “You orchestrated this,” he said. “I corrected a trajectory.” “You kidnapped my daughter.” “I secured your legacy.” His laugh was low and disbelieving. “By holding a gun to the woman I love?” The word love hung in the air like a fracture line. Willow’s composure shifted for the first time. “You’re confused.”

he said and stepped closer to Woo jin's ear “The difference between you and me? I don’t ask. I take. You walked into my space… and thought you had a say.” "You stepped into mine first by claiming someone else's" Woo Jin snapped “You couldn’t keep her when she was yours. Now you think you can take her back?” he said with a mocking smile "Watch and see" Woo Jin's gaze became more and more darker as he clenched his fist Adrian's smile dropped "Stay away from her… or next time, you won’t walk out" he finalized and walked away "Moretti!"Woo Jin called but Adrian kept walking. Carolina was back at the table and Adrian came back

My tongue swirled around his fingers tasting every inch of my juices on them. “I didn’t ask you to cum, baby” he’s says eyes watching my mouth as I suck on his fingers repeatedly head bobbing as I take them into my mouth again and again. He crashes his lips onto mine, his fingers still in my mouth as he taste my juices of my tongue. He other hand squeezes my clit still between his fingers. My hips moves up instantly grinding against them ,already wanting more of “You’re in trouble baby” “You disobey me” He’s voice low and rough as he suddenly pulls away from my pussy, both hands coming up to grap my neck, hold my head firmly in place and he shoves me upright on the car seat.

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She waggled her brows at me. "Fucking margaritas," I groaned. "I don't know why I let you talk me into that third round. I have no idea what I said after that much tequila. I probably would've claimed that I had it bad for anyone at that point." "Tequila is like truth serum. Or maybe it's more like an aphrodisiac, where the more you have, the hornier you get." She dropped her head back. "I'll admit that I was all revved up on Friday night, too. After three margaritas and all the talk about how Deacon's eyes burned, or his broad chest, or his long, muscled legs . . . I was so turned on. Lucky I didn't meet any man on my way home."

This was different to Kol, he was always in control when it came to drunk love fucking, and just making love in general. Kol brought his hand to her waist, as she started to swirl her hips up and down on him. He bit down on his bottom lip. Now Kol was the one who was holding back moans. He dug his fingernails into her hips as he uncontrollably started to buck his lips up to meet with her movement. When he did this the burning and stinging came back to his eel bite wound—but the pleasure that Lara was giving him overpowered the extreme discomfort of the wound.

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

It felt as though the man wasn’t even bothered to know that his wife had discovered his affair. Damn it. This man made me feel worthless just for expressing my anger. "I want a divorce," I took a deep breath. "There’s not going to be a divorce." Alban grabbed my wrist and pushed me gently. "You cheated on me six times, and you expect me to just take it, idiot?!" I tried to resist by pulling my hand away—fighting to break free from Alban and any devious plans he might have after what I just told him.

Ava's pov: I got up, preparing to leave, but before I could take a step, he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "I love you, unconditionally," he murmured against my ear. "And everyone calls that obsession. But I never forced you to love me. I never manipulated you. I never interfered when you were with Darsh—not until I found out he was cheating on you. And even then, I waited four years for you to heal before I ever made a move."