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Although I was certain his father and Max were the same person, I still had to prove it. "It's nothing special. I was just a young woman who loved sex and didn't care if I had to have sex with a married man. Maybe that's why I'm being punished like I am now. But unfortunately, I don't regret it. I like the person I was, and I want to go back to being that person, even if it costs me a very high price: my reputation." *** Kyoto, Japan September 10, 2008 "Uh...oh..." I moaned loudly as Mr. Maxime and his friend, Mr. Don, pushed their dicks deeper into my pussy and ass.

He’s fucking sexy like this. We just had sex for the 100th time today but I can’t get enough of him. I think we have fucked during this week over 50 times, and I’m not exaggerating. Thank Goddess for shifter healing! Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to walk. Ashton is undoubtedly the dominating one when it comes to sex. When he’s the top he really takes me, no questions asked. It’s fucking thrilling. I love it. I love both, being the top and bottom for him.

How could you let me bleed? I arched into him, my hips lifted to welcome the deep, stretching fullness of him, my legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him to me. “Fuck, Bela…” he groaned, his hand digging onto my skin. Seb’s breathing was a ragged, broken sound in my ear, his possessive grip on my hips bruising the flesh as he anchored me to the bed, driving himself deeper and deeper until I begged him to stop. The climax didn't bring peace, it broke over us like a violent storm.

Alia had earned her reputation the honest way—by fucking like it was her favorite subject. At twenty-one, with a body that turned heads in every hallway, she didn’t bother hiding it. Long dark hair that fell in messy waves down her back, full tits that strained against her tight white crop tops, and an ass that made even the quietest guys stare. She wasn’t ashamed. Why should she be? Sex felt good. Power felt better. And Alia loved both. Unlike Sarah, who loved getting railed in public places where anyone could walk by and watch, Alia preferred the thrill of almost getting caught. Quick, dirty fucks in bathrooms, empty lecture halls, or behind the gym. Today, it was Jackson.

“Your body doesn't lie. Your body is soaking me. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight I can barely move. Your body wants this even if your mouth won't admit it.” He was mistaken. He had to be wrong. But I could feel it too, the slickness between my thighs, the way my walls clenched around him with every thrust, the heat pooling low in my belly despite the pain, despite the horror, despite everything. My body didn't know the difference between rape and sex. My body just knew it was being filled, and it was responding the only way bodies know how.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

"Did she only have sex with you, or did she have sex with the males she was with?" "Regina had sex with Chen while I was with them," Lisa said. "While I fucked her with her strap-on, she sucked Chen's cock, then she rode me while Chen fucked her ass. All the time she was being double penetrated, she kept telling Ron that I fucked her better than he did. She said he was a worthless pansy not good for anything but sucking real men's cocks and taking it up the ass. After Chen climaxed in her rectum, she made Ron suck Chen's cock back to hardness, cleaning his dick off so he could fuck her cunt. I could see she hadn't cleansed herself like Julia and I did. It was messy when he sucked him clean.

"Why? You won't be able to resist my hotness if I did?" She laughed again and slapped my hand away from her. "You're practically a walking parasite so hands off, will you?" I raised my eyebrow at her fierceness but then corrected, "A sexy walking parasite." She rolled her eyes and then raised his hand up. "I, Natasha Greene, only dated this immoral bitch parasite in front of me for only a month due to the reason that she's a horrible evolution of a bisexual woman," she vowed and then offered her hand down. "Happy now, Arisa?"

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through