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“Take my cock like a good little slut.” “Yes! I’m your slut, Daniel! Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against him. I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. Betrayal burned through my veins like acid. My chest tightened painfully. This was the man I had been touching myself for every single night, imagining him coming home to me. And here he was, balls-deep in another woman.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

The dildo was wedged inside me, slick running down my pink perineum like running water. Turning my head towards the door, I saw Ryder, and Jax beside him as usual. Fuck!!! I could see their large mushroom tips trying to burst free from their shorts, leaking. Jax squeezed his cockhead, groaning, stopping himself from coming. With lightning speed, Ryan crossed the room in three strides, and plucked the book from my weak fingers. His eyes roamed the page, smirk deepening, his fingers moving down to circle his covered wide tip.

In the days that followed, the abuse only grew worse. Connor never ran out of excuses to accuse me. The way I bowed wasn't low enough, my eyes wandered, I breathed at the wrong time… Every accusation ended with another round of blows. My old wounds barely scabbed before new ones split open, a cycle that never stopped.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

But I couldn't have that. I arched my hips, pounding into her furiously and mercilessly. "Fuuuucck...yeah!!!!" Her screams increased, echoing through the room, alongside. I moved faster, pumping deeper while I suckled on her nipples like an infant desperate for milk. I felt her clench around me, gripping my pussy tightly. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby!!" Her needy whimpers filled my ears driving me closer to the brink of combustion. She chased every thrust with harder pumping, grinding me like a bad girl she was.

I was in panic mode, unable to find the strength to stay calm. Black metal grinded with black metal, the sound pierced my ears to the point of bleeding. Loud bangs that twanged against the side of the vehicle, reverberated. A gun pointed out the window was shooting at us. My body flinched wildly, an automatic reaction. “Hijo de puta.” Vinnie muttered through gritted teeth. The black car pulled away, swinging back into the side of the SUV. It all happened so fast. The screeching of tyres, the smoke that billowed from underneath as brakes seized up. The SUV we were in, rocked once, twice, before dipping over the ditch at the side of the road.

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

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