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Ann spat and she folded her arms angrily. She was dropped off at Andrea’s house, Alessandro accompanying her. She flung the door open and walked to the sitting room. There were no maids around and she walked to his room. She stopped when she heard arguments. “How can you forsake your baby and I just for that thing? What kind of father are you? Your position is secure, your father’s own is also secure so what you else do you want?!” Selena retorted angrily and Andrea grabbed her neck, raising her up, his eyes blazing with fire.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

I never imagined the man I was hired to seduce would be a billionaire. Elliot Sterling is everything I never expected: brilliant, reserved, painfully private, and far more attractive than the quiet man behind the glasses lets anyone see. I only needed his money to save my sister. I never expected to see him again, let alone become part of his world. Now Elliot wants answers, I have secrets I'm desperate to hide, and the attraction between us is becoming impossible to ignore.

Both Matt and I looked down… just in time to see a high-def scene of a tiny woman blowing a massive black cock. Matt let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “Well, damn. Sareena, you are really going to be disappointed. Damian’s dick isn’t even a third that big. But don’t worry, we can always get him some attachments.” Sareena made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a dying squeak, her whole body going rigid. Her face burned a shade of red I had never seen before. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled her into my arms, pressing her face against my chest, then placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Relax, baby. It’s fine.”

I challenged him with a sinister smile. He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee. "Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body. "Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.

Then there was only darkness, consciousness. At the sound of soft music flowing from the surround system, Beyoncé’s Dangerously In Love, I opened my eyes. Nelly was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, a small packet glinting in his hand. "You vibrate like a fucking cell phone when you're about to come. That's...sexy as hell.” And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again. I gave him a satiated grin.

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.

No doubt they could see beauty and brains that do not have to whine for daddy’s money like a whore. I am not ashamed or shy to admit that I am sexy as fuck, height 5’8, curvy athletic build, long wavy dark hair with piercing blue eyes. I have been referred to as “looks like a Greece goddess”. All the guys wanted me no matter in high school or college, or even now.

“Why do they always act like big boobs and an ass are a public invitation? I’m not a free sample. I’m not a limited-time offer. I’m a person who would like to walk to the convenience store without being seen as an invitation.” “Because men are simple creatures,” Nyx said, finally glancing up. Her dark curls were piled into a messy bun that somehow still looked intentional, and she was already wearing her club uniform—black crop top, shorts that barely qualified as clothing, and enough attitude to power a small city. “You could wear a potato sack and they’d still stare. It’s a curse. A sexy, unfair, deeply annoying curse.”

he says. "Is it embarrassing that a stranger knows how much of a slut you are? That you've got a vibrator in your hole even while we go for a walk? I bet he thinks you're so horny you need to have something inside your slutty holes all the time," I tell Mason as we walk to a more secluded area. I love how his body reacts to me humiliating him. "Please Master," he whines. "Please what?"