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But when Matilda ran out, she took the bottle if liquor infront of her and after gulping down a huge quantity of it, she threw it to the wall and the bottle made a shattering sound, breaking into pieces. Lauren growled again in rage, she was loosing her mind. All she ever did was love Ron Diego and for what? To be dumped and replaced by Sarah Waves? Of course not, she was not going to allow it. This wasn't over yet, she was going to fight, she was going to squash the both of them like bugs. *

One thing I knew was that, whatever work Davis was involved in was definitely some sort of dirty jobs and now I might as well be getting involved in that dirty works, I needed to be extra careful. "Know that you are going to be doing this on your own. This Davis of a guy is definitely good for nothing, he is nothing but a betrayal, he has betrayed Alpha Kayden and how are we supposed to be sure that he would not betray us also? " "That should not be one of your concerns,you have never been after my happiness, none of you has ever been, you all just want to be happy alone, you all are always forgetting about my existence and this time around, I am also going to do the same! I will no longer c

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I scooped more cum off the mirror—gallons of it—and painted my entire body: tits, belly, thighs, even shoving a handful back into my pussy and ass to keep it there, feeling it slosh with every twitch. The phone had been recording the whole time—wide angle, 4K, catching every squirt, every scream, every filthy second. I hit stop, saved it under Rita—destroyed—do not delete—watch on loop. Then I grinned, feral and filthy, my voice a hoarse whisper: “Round three, you insatiable cunt.” Tomorrow I’d pitch the campaign, smile at the client, nail the deadline like the polished professional I was. Tonight I was going to fist my own ass, squirt until the towel was a swimming pool, and come so many ti

Chapter 1 Death Does Become Us My name is Arabella Smith, and I sorta died today. Don’t surprise me with my luck. It’s just a shame it’s a day before my thirtieth birthday. They say only the good die young but I think thats a load of crap. why don’t we start back when my bad luck started, bout three weeks ago, when i caught my boyfriend of six years cheating. *three weeks ago*

(Why are you so frantic? "Penso che abbiamo una talpa, maledizione." I snapped but took a deep breath to calm myself down. I was up in my room, but that didn't mean someone couldn't be passing by and hearing me talking about the mole. It could be anybody and I didn't want the person to know that I was onto him. (I think we have a mole, damn it.)

she murmured, "that can save him. But it requires a sacrifice—your soul." The words echoed in my mind, each syllable burning through me like acid. My soul. A piece of me, torn away forever to save someone I loved. My heart clenched at the thought, but then my eyes fell on Henry. His face, contorted with pain, his body restrained by Diego’s powers—he was fading. I could feel the darkness clawing at him, swallowing him whole, and it made my own heart ache with every breath. The idea of losing him, of never getting him back, twisted inside me. I couldn’t lose him, not like this. Not after everything we had been through.

Until my voice-box went hoarse. Until my lungs collapsed. To scream until I couldn’t scream anymore. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to move past this. No matter how hard I tried… I knew that I would never be able to forget her. To shake her from my mind. To fuck another woman to replace her. She was my life. My saviour. My saving fucking grace. The remedy for my fucked-up black soul. She was all that I needed… And I wasn’t going to allow this to slide so easily.

I just hoped my body would be found soon so I could go see my parents—the only people who ever really loved me. Seriously, what did I do to deserve this? I'd already paid with my life. And even dead, I still wasn't free. My soul was stuck on a leash, tied to Maverick, only able to drift as far as he did.

I stand in the room – naked, cum-filled, trembling, destroyed – and stare at the card. I get dressed. My hands shake so badly the zipper takes three attempts. My thong is too wet to wear – I leave it on the floor. A souvenir for whoever cleans this room. His cum leaks into the lining of my dress as I walk through the hallway, through the bar, to the elevator. Nobody looks at me. Nobody knows. I know. My body knows. Every denied orgasm, every obeyed command, every second of controlled surrender still humming in my nerves. I save the number that night. No name. Just the contact: Sir.