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Skylar froze in shock. ***

she sniffled. “No chance in hell, Shortcake.” He smiled at her and walked back around the house to his bike. If he stayed any longer, he might just ask her to stay. But she needed this chance, and he knew that. Still, why did it hurt so bad? Gemma sat there and listened for Tony’s motorcycle to start. When she heard the familiar roar of the motor she pulled the hood over her head and hit her vape. She pulled the strings tighter around her face and let the tears she had been holding back all day hit in full force. She finally fell asleep.

He smirked, his eyes drifting to my neck, and I wondered what had caught his attention. With a dismissive gesture, he walked away. I took out my phone and activated the camera, aiming it at my neck. My eyes widened as I saw three distinct and visible hickeys adorning the side of my neck. Footsteps approached from behind, and I turned, finding a stern-faced Hayden. Upon seeing me still standing there, he raised an eyebrow, and I pointed to my neck. He approached, towering over me, and tilted my head to the side, smirking when he observed his handiwork.

Rosette involuntarily gasped upon witnessing Ryana reaching into her attire, realizing her intent. Recollections surfaced among the women at the clinic of Ryana's comical habit of stashing items in her bra, known as her "second purse." Rosette pondered why the pack had neglected to search her. Before she could vocalize her concerns, Ryana extracted something from her concealed spot. Unaware of her actions, Kyle advanced towards her, leaving no time for a warning; Rosette hesitated, uncertain the wolf would heed her if she urged him to cease. Fearing Ryana possessed a harmful spell, Rosette hesitated.

Shania cried out at the intense stretch, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” Killian groaned, holding still to let her adjust. “Like a hot velvet vice around my cock.” Damian moved underneath her, sliding into position so his cock lined up with her dripping pussy. While Killian stayed buried in her ass with just the head inside, Damian pushed up into her cunt in one smooth, deep thrust.

He shook his head and picked me up in his lap, I sniffed on his shoulders as he rubbed my back. "Mrs Danker, you are mine and officially." E N D

Heather snaps and I watch as her frame disappears before moving my gaze to Sinclair who has a smile on his face. Without a word, I jump off the counter and move to my knees before him, hooking my hands around his sweatpants and pulling it down his legs. "Little Greene, " he says in a warning tone as I yank down his boxers, his dick springing free. "Now that I think about it, I want to leave here with the scent and taste of your come. " I wink before wrapping my mouth around his cock, a grunt falling from his lips as he grabs my head and shoves his cock down my throat.

He came outside with two bags and I took the smaller one. I left and drove to East 95th Street. I parked the bike in a side street on South Chappel Avenue and walked to the building on South Jeffrey Boulevard. I picked the lock and entered the building and went up to the roof. I found my spot and bent down on one knee and unzipped the bag Bo had given me. I took out the Remington CSR and proceeded to assemble it. The CSR stands for concealable sniper rifle and it was a beauty. Disassembled the rifle came in three units, the receiver with the folding stock, the handguard and the barrel.

Hunter got even closer, his face transformed by anger. “The time and place you want, Snake, you’ll see the fucked up alcoholic loser will do to you again, but this time, only one of us will get out off the ring alive, are you in?” “I’m in, and you hottie, when you get tires of this bag of shit, you just have to tell me, I’m Snake. Sickle, you lost one woman to me and if this hottie wants, I’ll do you this favor again, I’ll fuck her too.”

His silver-blond hair is combed back, a few strands falling loose near his temple. He looks up and our eyes magnetically lock. And just for a second, the room shifts around us, not visibly, but I feel it—like a change in atmospheric pressure before a storm. I look away before I am distabilized. My eyes land on Sora besides him. She wears a black backless halter gown entirely sequined, a slit rising high along her thigh. The dress doesn’t just shimmer—it cuts. Her posture is effortless, chin slightly lifted, gaze alert. She sees me looking and she smiles. But its anything but warm or polite.