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It was a name she knew intimately, a name that was seared into her very soul: 'Delaney Tech Ventures. Her breath hitched in her throat, a soft, painful gasp. Her father's company. The company that had been stolen from him. Her hands, which had been so steady just moments before, began to tremble uncontrollably. She knew this was a mistake. Marcus had said to only focus on the files he told her to. She wasn't supposed to get sidetracked. But this wasn't sidetracking. This was personal. This was the ghost of her past, a tangible, physical representation of the pain she had been living with for years.

One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust. “Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.

She could smell her own wetness in the air, strong now that she was no longer lost in pleasure. “If your husband saw this,” Marcus continued, circling her slowly, “it would destroy everything. The perfect devoted wife touching herself to filthy domination p**n. Finger-fucking her married pussy while he’s away. Imagine the messages he’d get from friends if this got out, the shame, the divorce papers.” Rebecca’s hands trembled in her lap. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m begging you, Marcus. Delete it, i’ll do anything. Please. It was just a private moment. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“This is so wrong… but I’m so turned on.” Ethan kissed her shoulder. “This is only the beginning. Tomorrow we’ll be more careful… but at night? We’re going to keep teasing him. Maybe one day we’ll let him watch for real. Would you like that?” Lila didn’t answer with words. She just pushed back against Ethan’s cock, already wanting more. In his room, Alex sat on the edge of his bed, cum all over his hand, staring at the wall that separated him from his little sister. His mind was spinning with guilt, shame… and dark, forbidden desire.

“When you address me in this room, you use my name. When you leave, you carry yourself as if nothing has touched you but prayer.” “Yes, Cain—” He rubbed her clit while he fucked her, exact and merciless. The denied edge from earlier returned at once and broke hard. Ivy came with a sharp cry, cunt clamping around him, and forced the words out through the shaking. “Thank you—” “Complete.” “Thank you, Cain.” His eyes flashed with dark approval. He did not stop. He fucked her through the sensitivity until she was whimpering, then pulled out, turned her onto her hands and knees, and pressed her shoulders down.

His left hand held my hair taut in his hands and his other hand continued moving sensually along my body, not giving me reprieve, just increasing the lust I felt. “Please? What exactly are you begging for Angel?” He asked his right hand now moving to my nipple, rubbing it sensually from atop the flimsy shirt I wore “Oh God, I need you to ease the ache, please, please I need it” “How bad?” He asked, kneeling before me, successfully caging me in. “Very bad, please Alex, please” I cried as he continued rubbing and pinching my already pebbled nipple. “Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can take you out of your misery, spread your legs Lois” he whispered into my ear.

Soren commanded, aligning his thick tip with my dripping entrance. I looked straight into his dark eyes as he pushed forward in one long, heavy stroke. My inner walls stretched wide to accommodate his size, so a loud scream tore out of my throat, echoing off the wooden walls. "Ahhh! Oh god, yes!" I cried, my back arching off the leather. "You like being filled like this?" Soren asked, holding himself deep inside me while his hips pressed flush against my thighs. "Yes! Fuck me, please!" I begged, my fingers clutching Silas's hands above my head.

Marcus said while he thrust deep and controlled and the risk of footsteps outside sharpened every movement so that the head of his cock dragged against the sensitive spot inside her on every stroke. “Yes I will hold still and I will stay quiet,” she answered and he finished inside her with a final hard push that left her full before he cleaned her just enough to be presentable and sent her back to the group with the new marks hidden under the dress and the evidence still present between her legs.

"But it was necessary." Somehow I doubt that. I may only know Cyprian for his kidnapping and trickery, but Sinful's threats meant something else. For talking to me? For touching me? The thought of it has made me sick to my stomach ever since I got back here. It's a muted kind of sick though. The magic of this place has my emotions on standby, ready to hit me in the face if Sinful saw fit. Sinful stands directly in front of the fireplace, that roars brilliantly. The vivid orange halo gives him a lazy, seductive edge as he gazes down at me. We currently lounge in his quarters, only having just gotten back from Shanae's estate.

his smirk turned iniquitous after hearing Dario but his mouth didn't utter a single word whereas his eyes were busy in analysing that fear in that man named Thomson's eyes. Riccardo Alfanso was a very well reputed and big name, not just only in the business world but even outside it but that same exact name was enough to shiver the dark and feral walls of the underground which considered him as a vicious and most deadliest sinner of their world. But this man dared to expose his sinister side to that world which considered him as a highly reputed and powerful businessman. "He took your pictures of entering into that club last night, boss,"