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her eyes were locked with mine when she told me. Morgan got vexed. "I'm sorry, what?. Why is he blackmailing you?". He asked his sister. "I don't know..." She hesitant to speak again, seeing that, Morgan realized that she wasn't telling the truth. "You know! Tell me? What is Lucas blackmailing you about?". He pulled her away from me again and shook the truth out from her lips, as she said, " he's got a sex tap of us having sex". "Why should you have sex and video yourself?"..

As I was cleaning myself, my phone buzzed once more. Unknown: Very good. Tomorrow morning, you will fuck two interns at the same time in the executive bathroom. I want a video of both of them cumming inside you. Refuse, and everyone sees everything. The blackmail was getting worse. Damien read the new message, his eyes turning ice cold. “Whoever this is… they’re going to regret starting this war.” He pulled me into his arms, kissing me possessively. “You keep obeying them for now. But you belong to me, Lila. Never forget that.”

No more sex just their bodies wrapped around hers, cocks soft against her skin, cum still trapped inside by the plug. Emma lay awake for a long time, listening to their breathing. The love she felt was terrifying in its depth. Primal reclamation in a parking garage, breeding promises, light pain it all made her feel wanted in a way nothing else ever had. But the blackmail threat loomed. She touched the day collar in the dark and closed her eyes. Whatever came next, she would face it collared, used, and completely theirs.

“Remember those naked pictures in my phone? The collections? All those shots I took when you were asleep and the ones where we're fucking. If you don’t want your career ruined before it even starts, you’ll get dressed. Our family has an event tonight and I’m introducing you as my boyfriend. Smile, look pretty, and pretend you like me. Or everyone sees exactly what kind of slut you really are.” I stared at her, anger mixing with that sad heavy feeling in my chest. “You’re blackmailing me with dick pics? Really classy, Lila. After everything, this is what we are now?” My voice cracked a little but I covered it with sarcasm. “Great. Just great. I’ll go to your stupid event. But don’t expect me

I have no doubt that he would have shown her every sensual pleasure and intimate experience imaginable and shown her how to reciprocate in the same way. “My husky chastisement is telling you not to look at me like that.” David hissed. Silently distressed, Anna closed her eyes and then reopened them, her expression shifting between bewilderment and curiosity. “You have no idea.” It was as if there was an electric current coursing through the room, and she appeared to be struggling to control her breathing. She just woke up and she already felt her sexual tension growing by the minute. “You don't think so?” He stared at her.

“Vanessa’s claims are not just misleading. They’re malicious, a calculated attempt to destroy me.” The room was silent, hanging on my words. I leaned forward, my tone hardening. “Vanessa tried to blackmail me. She demanded three million dollars to keep quiet about our brief, regrettable affair—a mistake I deeply regret. I paid her, hoping to protect my marriage, but her greed knew no bounds. She wanted more—more money, more control. When she realized I’d never leave Ella, she fabricated this story about a forced abortion.” I shook my head, my jaw tight, projecting righteous indignation. “The loss of her child was tragic, but it was caused by her own negligence, not by me or Ella. Vanessa pla

The scent of old leather and Adrian’s unsettling cologne still clung to Isabella’s skin like smoke, hours after their conversation had ended. His voice haunted her—low, steady, almost too calm. “My next move… is to show you everything.” But she didn’t trust “everything” from Adrian Blackwood. His truths always came wrapped in riddles, softened with charm, and sharpened with intent. No, she’d find her answers.

“You are going to be my good little girl. For real. You’re going to do everything I say, when I say it. No arguments, no hesitation. You will be my live-in fuck-toy. My own personal slut to use as I see fit. In return, I will keep your little secret. Your mother will never know what a depraved little whore you are. Do we have a deal?” I stared at him, my mind reeling. This couldn’t be happening. This was the stuff of twisted fantasies, the very kind I had been watching on my laptop. But this was real. The man standing in front of me, my mother’s husband, was blackmailing me into being his sexual slave.

She blocked my view of Zayden, and I was about to yell at her to leave when her next words made me freeze. "I want ten million dollars. And I want you to have sex with me." Zayden's loud and colourful curse resounded in the garage, and I watched with hateful eyes as the woman folded her arms across her chest, obviously waiting for a response. Neither of them had seen me, and even though I had no idea what was going on, it was pretty easy to put together. The woman was trying to blackmail Zayden. And I was pretty sure the reason for the blackmail was because Zayden was trying to get her to take down her post.

“What do you mean by that?” “Aww. C'mon you're not new to this Bella. I want you to fuck my brother in front of me.” I didn’t move. “Or both of us, tomorrow night. You let us have you after you get the document. That's the price you pay.” I swallowed, I didn't argue further. “Deal.” I said. Because Camilla’s blackmail was worse. And I was ready to pay whatever price to keep the videos buried. Sasha kissed me once more on the lips. “Let's have fun.” She said, reaching out to rub my cheeks.