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“Tell him whose cock is inside you right now.” “Yours,” Alex moaned, voice breaking on every thrust. “Fuck—Victor—it’s yours. Only yours.” Victor’s pace turned savage. The wet slap of skin filled the study, obscene and loud. He reached around, wrapping a hand around Alex’s leaking cock and stroking him in time with the punishing rhythm. Marcus’s voice cut through, tight with anger. “You’re pathetic, Victor. Fucking your blackmail victim on my desk like a dog. The board will love this when the files hit their inboxes.”

“Explain this right now. The video shows you two having sex on the couch. Clear as day. What the hell is going on between you?” I closed the door and locked it. “Sit down, Brady. We’ll tell you everything.” Brady stayed standing, breathing heavy. “I’m listening. And it better be the truth this time.” Alexander crossed his arms. “We’re together. Romantically. Sexually. Have been for a while. The blackmailer knows and they’re using videos and pictures to squeeze money out of us.” Brady stared at us. “Together? You’re stepbrother and stepsister. Your parents would lose their minds. And someone has proof? Videos of you fucking?”

I ask out the many things I want to say. “Soon. For now, I got hold of the guy she slept with and made him pull a blackmailing scheme marigold, demanding for a ridiculous amount of money she would never be able to pay. Even if she gets to raise it, her sex video is going to trend either. For now, let’s just enjoy the buzz of pulling her livers.”

“Stroke your cock, Alex. Elena, finger your cunt. You’re both going to cum while begging me to keep your secrets.” They obeyed desperately. Alex jerked his thick cock furiously while Elena rubbed her clit, both of them moaning my name, calling themselves my slaves, my whores, my blackmail bitches. I stood over them, fingering myself, until I came one last time, squirting across their faces. Alex exploded first, thick ropes of cum shooting across Elena’s tits and face. Elena followed, shaking and squirting on the floor while crying in humiliated pleasure. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile. I stroked their hair possessively.

One line read aloud shatters everything: “I want you to fuck me on your desk while the team waits outside.” What begins as brutal blackmail spirals into a high-stakes game of power, betrayal, and raw need. Damian isn’t just claiming Alex’s body—he’s been pulling strings to protect him from a corporate conspiracy that could destroy them both. But Alex has secrets of his own: he’s been leaking intel to the enemy, driven by old wounds and darker desires. As mergers collapse, gunmen strike, and shadowy figures from their past resurface, the line between dominance and devotion blurs. Every stolen touch in boardrooms and back alleys, every punishing thrust and whispered surrender, pulls them deepe

“See? They set it up. Picked each other. Paid after. Look at their faces. Not trapped.” I couldn’t stop staring. The girl with the long hair went down on the other one, tongue moving, while the guy fucked her from behind. Moans filled the room. My breath came fast. I pressed my legs together, but it only made the ache worse. “This is… shit,” I whispered, but I didn’t look away. “You’re wet,” Jax whispered, so low only I heard. His hand brushed my hip, light. “I can tell. There’s a room right inside there if you want to take care of it. Private. Door locks. No cameras unless you want.”

I was already ashamed of that night and he was here being mischievous and pretending not to understand what I was saying. "I was being blackmailed by someone and that's how Xavier found out," I explained. "Someone had our sex tape and used it to blackmail only you," Adrian was finally following along with what I was saying. Adrian was never blackmailed, it was only me, whoever was blackmailing me wanted something in return to keep that night in Hong Kong a secret. "Only Lexie would benefit from all these," Adrian muttered under his breath. "Do you have anyone in mind?" I asked Adrian when he was thinking out loud.

"I, well, I've never had sex with more than one man at a time! I want to have fun and give all of you a lot of pleasure, but..." "Don't worry, my horny little slut, we will be as gentle as you want, or as crude and rough as you want." One of the black males now stood next to her as he spoke, turning with her so they could go down the hallway. His hand easily slid across and over her shoulder to cup her right tit as they walked, her blouse completely open and bra unfastened and ends dangling at her sides. Helen was overwhelmed by the sensuality of having a black male fondle her naked breast as they walked down the hall of a motel toward a room where she was willing to sexually accosted. It su

Pechorin stepped toward me, broad shoulders blotting out the light from the window, his heat and alpha pheromones and hard gray eyes filling all my senses. “Seizures, strokes, spinal deformation—you obviously don’t have that last one. Tremors. Your hands were shaking yesterday. Hearing loss, although that doesn’t seem to be an issue for you. Seems like the kind of thing you might want to disclose to a potential mate, doesn’t it?” The hypothetical stroke might happen right now, actually. Terror held me rigid against the wall. He was trying to blackmail me. Extort the money I’d have paid him to mate with me without doing anything but threaten to expose me, and by extension, my family.

"I know there have been many questions about my personal life in recent days. I'm here to answer them." The reporters leaned forward, pens poised. "The engagement between Isabella Rossi and myself was never real." A murmur rippled through the crowd. "Isabella has been blackmailing me. She obtained documents that could destroy my family's company, and she threatened to release them unless I agreed to marry her." The murmuring grew louder. A reporter raised her hand. "Mr. Black, do you have proof of these allegations?" "I do." Xander nodded to Liam, who stood and turned his laptop toward the cameras. "These documents detail a pattern of behavior—blackmail, extortion, and fraud—that Isabella ha