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My body shakes as I feel Demitri's hand grasp my hair, his cock pushing against my ass as Marcus's hips begin thrusting again. Moaning, I hold on as Demitri's hips move, my teeth clamping down to stop the screams as they work together My moans get louder, but I won't scream and lose. My mind repeats the same words, as I bite down harder. "Your lips bleeding kitty, just scream." I moan, shaking my head at him as another orgasm floods through m3. "Wand please" I look at Marcus and shake my head. "No, no." He smiles and nods turning it on.

He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer. Was Shawn remorseful for what he did to me? Did he have such a book because of it? I picked up the single leather-bound volume book, caressing its title and getting lost in emotions. “Get a grip, Calista!” I chided myself and opened the book. My brows furrowed as I didn't find what I had expected to find in its content. This was a report filled with diagrams and detailed schematics of a deal. I felt sick in the stomach when I read through and found all the cruel things Shawn had done for money. He even facilitated an experimental deal in rural areas.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

The scratch that they found at the cross was due to the cross falling from a high place and causing the cross to break in two. They both thanked him before walking out of the church. Shana decided to stop by the bookstore to pick up some books to read over the weekend since neither of them had anything else to do. The rest of the day went by quickly. They spend the rest of the day at home. Shana was sitting in the living room, reading a book she had recently purchased. It wasn't just any ordinary book; it was filled with dirty talk. Shana was obviously so preoccupied with reading it that she didn't notice her surroundings. He snatched the book from her grasp.

- explained the receptionist, looking at him. Hearing the woman's words, Kai looked a little panicked at the watch on his wrist. - Ah, in fact, I'm terribly sorry, it's my fault.- Kai glanced briefly at the man standing behind the woman.- I'll be taking care of you, Mr Yakamoto, just say goodbye to Miss Sakurai.- he assured, then turned to Miyuki, who had already got up from the armchair and soon went to the door. The book he had given her was no longer on the top of his desk, but in Miyuki's bag that she had on her shoulder. Kai was sure of it because he could feel the vibrations emanating from there.

There was also some other things with funny shapes ones I didn't even want to know where they went. I held the golden balls in my hand and wondered what they were for. Some of the things in here I have seen at th club and the others where just a mystery to me, I saw things I didn't even know existed. There was other things on the shelf below but I had seen enough. There was also a bookshelf with actual books in them. I took the first book I saw and read out the title, it was a book by Shayla Black called Wicked Ties. I had never even heard of the author. My phone vibrated in my pickets, I saw that it was Bradley.

"There is no such thing as losing with us, Puppeteer." "Yes, and we will set this deal with a handshake." "Deal! Then we set it in flesh. The black whore has been a most appropriate offering..." "True, but let us make sure that she is truly gone before we adjourn for the day," "Ah yes, the beauty of mixing pleasure with business... really, dirty business..." "Indeed, Mastermind... now, to pleasure."

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Two fingers pressed inside my cunt, sliding deep, then withdrawing in a slow rhythm as I worked myself open under his steady stare. Every stroke made me wetter. I could hear the quiet slurpy sound of my fingers moving in and out. God, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good and I didn't care if he was there. My hips began to rock against my hand, and I bit my lower lip hard, chasing the friction. I kept my eyes on him, watching the way his jaw tightened and the way his cock strained visibly against his trousers. The shame and arousal twisted together and I threw my head back, moaning softly into the room.