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The forbidden nature of it, the absolute betrayal, makes my brain want to explode with dopamine. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispers seductively, "I am not going to stop until I am done destroying this pussy. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else." Oh my God. Fuck. The words shatter me. My juices are still coating him, making the penetration obscenely smooth. But the thoughts come rushing back, fueled by the taboo. " oh Selene, what the fuck are you doing?" My wolf tries to surface again, desperate. "This is your sister’s husband!" Lisa whispers, her voice weak against the roaring tide of lust. She tries to be the rational one, the moral compass correcting the

“Tae was just a vessel. A body for me to use. I’m not her. I’m Lust, one of the seven spirits of destruction.” My heart dropped as the air around her grew heavy, dark energy swirling like smoke from her body. Her eyes turned pitch black, and her voice deepened, filled with malevolence. “You… you’re a spirit,” I managed to say, gripping the edge of the bed for support. She let out a shriek that made my ears ring. “A spirit? No, little queen. I am Lust, the embodiment of desire and chaos. And you—” she pointed a sharp, clawed finger at me, “are in my way.”

Serena's Pov The air inside Lunar Lust was so thick that it almost choked me. It was not just with the scent of expensive cigars and top-shelf whiskey, but with something darker. Something vile and wild. The club had changed so much in the space of a few days while I got away. Gone was the old, seductive glamour, the carefully maintained illusion of elegance that once made it the most exclusive strip club in the city. Now, it was a den of excess drugs, of unchecked lust, and wild hormones to tame their desires.

He strolled toward the bed slowly, like a king walking through his throne room, and leaned down next to my face. “You were chanting with your cock in hand,” Lust said softly. “Using power like it was a toy. You think magic is a game, little mortal?” My voice cracked. “I didn’t know— I-I didn’t mean to—” Wrath fucked me harder. My back arched off the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets. My cock pulsed uselessly again, leaking but too raw to come. “You didn’t mean to summon your way into hell and spill your cum on our sacred altar?” Lust sneered. “You didn’t mean to bend the veil between worlds because you were horny during homework?”

he gritted his teeth and squatted. He knew his hunger. He knew behind the poise and control he maintained, there was his alter ego— a predator. It was evident how crazy he was for Raina, and once she was gone, that part of his alter ego died. Until now, he was proud he was man enough to never lust for any other woman or worse, force himself. However, last night broke his delusion. And the worst part was even knowing it was wrong to lust for his small wife, that predator inside him was hungrier and hornier than ever. Provoking him to have her again.

"You got hurt because of that f*cking Sandoval. Let me make that old man pay for what he did to you." "You don't have to do that. I'm not seriously hurt... but I really feel bad for Mr. Sandoval, Mr. Lust really beat him, and he suffered greatly." Carnation didn’t really expect what happened yesterday, that was the first time she saw her boss furious. "To be honest, I was astounded by what Lust did. That was the first time I saw him become enraged and hurt someone. He is not a violent person." Wregan let go of her waist and rested his elbow on the bed. "You know, babe, Lust is the youngest of the Seven Sins, and, despite his codename... That one is innocent and frequently hides from the worl

“Actually… there’s something I wanted to mention. It’s… unconventional.” Her curiosity piqued despite the hollow ache in her chest. “Unconventional how?” “There’s an artist,” Alden said. “Damien Cross. You’ve probably heard of him.” Lena frowned. “No, I don’t think so.” A faint smirk touched his lips. “Not surprising. He’s… not exactly mainstream. Reclusive. Selective. But his work...” he paused, searching for the word, “...it’s raw. Provocative. He only works with live models, and… he’s looking for one.”

I grit out, watching the stage, tracking the gigolo as I think about the best way to cut off his goddamn fingers. “Heh.” Lester hisses. “You don’t seem like you’re, alpha. Your fangs and claws are out…” It’s only then do I realize my claws are digging into skin, drawing blood and my fangs are out too. “Fuck!” I blast, fighting to pull them back inside. It takes effort to do so and I grab the remaining drink in Lester’s glass and down, swallowing thickly. I take an in-drawn breath when the emcee comes up and says something about rewarding Rain.

Belle knew Sylve Inc, she was sure they were part of the pages on the Crisp-tv media house's magazine this week. "Yeah. I once dated him, Carl Lumre; he was nice at first and then it all went sour. He was a serial cheater and a proud one at that, you know what he used to say to me? He would say; I am Carl Lumre and I can do whatever the fuck I want. This man swore he loved me...."