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He purred before stepping toward me. Blake bent down, scooped me up from the floor effortlessly, and placed me back on the tattoo bed that was now stained with cum, pussy juice, and my fresh squirt. “Ohh fuck… look at the beautiful mess you made for me,” Blake moaned in amusement, feeling both proud and incredibly turned on by the wet stains beneath me. The sight of my own squirt and cum stains on the bed made my cheeks burn, but it also turned me on even more, knowing Blake had completely wrecked me.

Or it might not. Life would slide back into routine—work, school, family dinners, pretending. Either way, the sin had been worth it. Every stolen breath. Every bruising grip. Every pulse of heat when he filled her. Every single burning second. They’d carry it like a secret under their skin—quiet, simmering, always there if they ever needed to burn again.

"The devil is here! He is mocking us! Satan has cursed my soul, and he’s doing it through her... because my daughter is a wretched sinner!" Father Edmund frowned slightly, gently easing my mother's hands off his arm. "Eleanor, calm yourself. Why would you say that to your daughter?" "Because she’s a prostitute!" my mother screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "She sells her body! She fucks men for a living, dragging our family's name straight into hell!" I felt the judgment of every holy statue in the room, but I wasn't about to stand there and let her humiliate me. I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over.

"Second, you'll accompany me to the autumn gathering in two weeks. The other packs will be there. I want them to see you—see us—and know that I'm not a widow to be preyed upon." "And third?" She smiled, slow and dangerous. "Third, you'll not touch me again until I say so." The words hit me like a blow. "You're serious?" "Deadly." She walked back to me, stopping just out of reach. "You've had my body, Cain. Now I want you to earn my mind, my trust, my heart. If you can do that—if you can prove you're more than just a rutting wolf with a clever tongue—then I'll give you everything."

“No?” “You don’t get the company and you don’t get to use her.” Dan took a step forward. “You want a war, Marcus? You’ll get one. But those photos and those numbers never leave your phone. Because if they do, I'll reveal every secret I have on you too, and I have more than you think.” For a moment the warehouse was silent except for the drip of water from the roof. Marcus’s smile faded. He looked between them, calculating. Then he pocketed his phone. “This isn’t over, Cole.”

I look up at Maddox, trying to make seem as though I wasn't interested in the glass at all. He leans forward, grabbing the glass and pulls it towards him but making sure I am able to see it in plain sight all at once. "Harvested from one of the prisoners in the dungeon, might I add... He was captured a month ago after we found him outside the walls of Nitraville with a teenage girl whom he tried to rape and kill. Luckily, though, Liam had seen him and helped the girl before it escalated to the point he wouldn't be able to. So here," he hands me the cup of plasma like it's nothing, "drink all of this and the turning should speed up a bit, making this a little less painful on you."

Alex heard its call. At this moment, the Soul Collection Coffin appeared. An opening appeared on the thick green coffin lid, sucking all those heinous black mist of deadly Chi into the Soul Collection Coffin. Only then did Alex suddenly remember that his Soul Collection Coffin was not simple, and there was someone lying inside—his disciple, Anna Coleman from Divine Constabulary. He rushed over to check it. He saw the deadly Chi did not invade Anna’s body, but the Soul Collection Coffin had absorbed it right away.

I continue reading the letter. "You show everyone the fake you but I know the devil hiding behind that pretty face. Here's your gift a little treasure hunt. Those fingers were attached to people you supposedly care about. They are each in separate locations with a death sentence to be bestowed upon them. They will pay for your sins dear Lana. Choose who you want to save. Burn the picture of the one who'll pay for your sins today. You have 5 minutes to decide. Once you've reached your decision, quietly leave and make your way to the location. Don't bring along your brigadier or let your darling husband know of this. If you do I will kill both of them instantly. Do not double cross me or I'll

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

I pressed my hands against the cool surface behind me, steadying myself, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being taken, owned, and desired all at once. There was no room for guilt or shame in this moment—only the sinful pleasure of surrender.