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he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Zyra placed her fingers beneath his jaw, lifting his gaze to hers. A small smile appeared on her face as she slowly began to loosen her bathrobe. Her eyes remained locked with his, full of intensity and promise. She slipped one arm out of the robe, the fabric cascading down her shoulder, revealing the smooth, soft skin beneath. Marcus's breath caught in his throat as she shrugged off the other sleeve, letting the robe fall to the floor in a silken pool around her feet. She stood before him, completely bare, her confidence and beauty leaving him speechless.

Her eyes hard, accusing and hurt, she looked at Rory with- with something that twisted Rory's gut. Rory's palm was slick with sweat and she rubbed it against her pants. She blinked, refusing to give in and cry. Some of the girls walking past her were whispering and pointing at her and she knew they had seen what she had done to Julie. Her heart twisted in unsaid emotions. She looked away from them and her eyes connected with the violet eyes. The same damn eyes. The eyes were worried and he looked sad as he watched her from the distance. But now, Rory was sure this wasn't her imagination. He was real. She wasn't hallucinating.

Instead of me being furious and probably strangling him, I was fucking turned on. “Come have a taste, brother,” Darius coaxed me. “Stand up,” he said roughly to Rory. “Don’t speak to her like that,” I snapped, surprised to see Rory standing up without saying a word. Darius smacked her ass and smirked, “She likes it.” Then he turned to Rory and said, “Strip!” I wanted to stop him but another part of me wanted to see Rory’s body and know what she's hidden beneath her dresses. Slowly, Rory took off her clothes and I inhaled sharply when I saw her perky nipples.

Oh, God so help her. Suddenly, Axel was pushed away by a strong force. “Get your f u cking hands off of her!” Rory screeched, pulling her behind her as she glared at Axel who was only a few inches taller than her, a six-foot-tall XL woman. Rory was was clearly intimidating, with a body full of tattoos, heavy dark makeup, and a boyish pixie cut. But, Axel being Axel, merely frowned at her with his group of muscular Upsilons behind him. Truth be told, only his presence alone can match Rory but with his muscular Upsilons, Rory just appeared like a street-gangster. No offense meant.

“Right. Well, they decided to have nude models for the class, and you’d never guess who walked into the class wearing a robe.” I sighed. “He’s a better man than I am. I don’t think I have the balls to pose naked in front of an audience.” “Trust me. You don’t have anything to be shy about,” she mumbled. “Is that so?” I challenged. I sipped my beer and waited for her response. I’ll take Deflection for $200, Alex. “Anyway…Rory didn’t see me because I hid behind my canvas.” “I’m shocked you didn’t call him out.”

Mimicking Oris' movements, I leaned in and peered into the room, also finding my jaw hanging open at the sight before me. Rory Roth had a girl on his desk, she lay on her back with her legs spread wide. His fingers dug into her outer thighs, with her hitched up skirt, and his face was embedded between her legs. He grunted as he devoured her, the wet sounds echoed in the room as he lapped at her centre. The woman's cheek flushed pink as she bit on her lip, trying to keep silent through her pleasure. I watched as her hips rocked every so slightly, as though she worked her clit against his tongue, begging for more.

And I still didn't see anything worth looking at. Greg tapped my shoulder. "Boy why aren't you hitting that ass?" He asked, a pained look on his face. "What the fuck?" I blurted in disbelief. "I know right?" Rory shook his head sadly. "She looks like that pornstar from Little Kittens. Imagine how good she'd be in bed." He looked like he would cry any minute now. Handing my phone back to me, he clicked on a pic of her in a bikini. "Look at her ass. Glorious, man."

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

The movie pretty much shows different sizes of tits and asses, as well as varying shades of skin and complexion. Rozelyn sighed as soon as the movie finished—finally sighed with relief. Though the movie’s ending is pretty much as barbaric as the whole movie itself, she thought that it better end now or she would definitely set the television on fire with her Thaumaturge powers. After all, she has an ice-wielding Pasiphae beside her anyway. Cyrill can just put out her fire like he always did when she had done diabolic things back when she was just a teenager. Cyrill, apart from Romaine, was the one who always cleaned up her mess during her bad-girl days—as if she was not a bad-girl up until t

Jesus. I break away from the kiss before she makes me embarrass myself, and leave open-mouthed kisses on her flesh as I move lower, giving her tits similar treatment. My tongue touches everywhere but her nipples and it frustrates her so much, she lets out a puff of air, sinking her fingers into my hair and with the grip, placing my mouth exactly where she needs it. One thing about Rory is that she’s not ashamed to ask for her what she wants and I fucking love her for it. Maybe a bit too much even.