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“No! I mean, no, that’s all right. I’m in no condition to be seen by anyone right now. Thank you, Roberta. Why don’t we get me to the shower? I think that will do me a world of good.” Serena assumed she had been drugged, weakness still being a big issue, But she managed to make it to the shower and sat on a chair as Roberta handled the rest. She had thrown modesty out the window when she realized she couldn’t even stand on her own securely. As the shower washed away the dirt and grime, her emotions were all over the place. Angry as hell one moment, scared to holy hell the next.

Nora Sinclair slipped out of her sleek black dress in the powder room and stared at her reflection. The sequined fabric clung to her curves, the plunging neckline daring—and entirely intentional. She exhaled, smoothing a stray lock of hair. Tonight was her ex’s engagement party, and she was determined not to look heartbroken. She’d be a vision: confident, unattainable, unbroken.

Simone announced, and everyone who seemed to have been frozen in time scurried around to get things done. “Milady?” Simone bent to my ear level and I almost burst out laughing, but I controlled it. “You need to bathe, your bath has been drawn, would you love to be assisted with it or do you have it under control?” She asked, and I turned to face her face-to-face. Unsure what to say, how to feel, but I knew another way to make these people know I was the real deal was to let them see the whole of me, the skin, the beauty, and the power and richness that exudes out of my skin.

Laughter and moans blended with the crash of waves and the distant bass of house music. Not everyone turned him on. But when she stepped out of the sea, everything changed. Serena Vale, 28, was eight months pregnant and glowing like a goddess. Her golden-tanned skin shimmered with saltwater, heavy swollen breasts rested on a beautifully rounded belly, and her hips had widened into fertile, hypnotic curves. Water cascaded down her body in rivulets as she emerged from the waves, dark hair slicked back, full lips parted in a knowing smile. Damien felt a wild, primal jolt at the base of his stomach. His cock hardened instantly — thick, veined, and throbbing — becoming a blatant, proud spectacle

I froze looking straight ahead at the couch. There she was, bare naked, and her breast being groped by a figure I had known too well. My mate. “You are so sexy,” he moaned, thrusting his cock deeper inside her. Tracy caught sight of me, but she didn't flinch; she smirked, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Tell me I taste better than her,” she voiced, biting her lower lip and her body moving with his hands. “You're better,” he moaned. He hadn't noticed I was in the room watching a scene that broke my heart. My chest felt heavy and my breath caught. How could he? I thought he loved me.

I closed my eyes in deep anticipation. "Well, this is a very interesting training technique." A loud, mocking female voice interrupted the quiet silence. North stopped moving instantly. He pulled his head back quickly and looked over his broad shoulder. I turned my head to the side and looked toward the edge of the dirt ring. Serena stood there on the green grass. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wore a fitted red training top and short black pants. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She looked directly at us with a very clear expression of pure disgust on her face.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she undid her bra, flashing her bare breasts at me and eyeing me slyly. Even the slightest teasing from Serena was enough to get me hard and I wanted her very much at that moment. I leered appreciatively at the full, gorgeous tits in front of me. "You’re going to fucking kill me,” I murmured under my breath as she slowly hooked her fingers on the band of her panties, carefully pulling it all the way down. I swallowed hard watching her now fully naked and I immediately reached for her,holding her hand and guiding her in. “Fuck. I can’t even choose when you look more beautiful. When you’re fully clothed or nude. God definitely created you on a Sunday.”

Serena crossed her arms, covering her erect nipples, which had hardened and become so sensitive that even the slight brush of her nightgown against them drove her insane. "How do we put a stop to it?" Serena said, taking a step back, but Adrian's look stopped her in her tracks. "Please take a seat while I go get you some water." Serena complied, sitting on one of her bedroom stools. As he walked out the door, Serena felt uneasy, as if her entire body was on fire; she closed her eyes, attempting to stop herself from following Adrian.

Serena didn’t respond. Instead, she slowly untied the robe she was wearing and let it slip off her shoulders, revealing a silky nightgown underneath. Ryan’s eyes widened. “Serena… what are you doing?” She sauntered over to him, trailing her fingers down his chest, biting her lower lip. “I need you now, Ryan.” Her voice was a soft whisper, laced with longing. Ryan swallowed hard, his hands instinctively grabbing her waist. “Serena, I… I didn’t come here for this.”