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Kimberly had suddenly taken a turn for the worse, how could someone become critically ill in just a few days? Mrs. Kimberly, perhaps aware that her time was limited, personally handed over her shares to Serena before she passed. She had even secretly transferred a portion of her shares to Serena's name beforehand. These were things even Chris didn't know. As soon as Mrs. Kimberly passed away, Chris started demanding the shares from Serena. At that time, She ignored him, it was laughable that Chris thought he could buy her shares, worth millions, for just fifty thousand. She might be from the countryside, but she wasn't a fool.

However, it was a desire that Allen had not realized he had felt so severely until now. Her gaze sliding away from him and onto the texts around them, Chiri leaned back onto the bookcase behind her as she confessed, “I was being a coward.” A sad serenity about her tone and the dull reflection of light in her eyes, Allen held on to her hand more tightly. His eyes unwavering from her, he answered, “I have never known you to be a coward, Chiri Krane.”

Then he pulled out, breathing hard. “Not done with you yet.” He helped her off the table on shaky legs and walked her to the long bar, bending her over it, chest pressed to the surface, ass up. “Arch your back. Yeah, just like that.” He drizzled chocolate right down the line of her spine. It ran between her cheeks. Damien spread her open and licked it all up, tongue teasing her asshole before moving lower to her dripping pussy. “Damien… oh my god…” “You taste like dessert and sex,” he growled. “Fucking addictive.”

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Florence jeered. "I once fucked a priest in the confession booth when I was nineteen. It was so fucking hot. He busted his nuts in less than a minute," Cassandra laughed. "Those priests are all fucking perverts," Florence remarked, scoffing in a detestable way. "Seems like someone's got skeletons in her closet," Vivian giggled. Florence just rolled her eyes, saying nothing. "Gosh! I wonder the day I'd be able to get in through there," Cassandra sighed, looking at the folks who got into the club through the VIP entrance.

CHAPTER 114 TYLER I’d been to more galas than I could count, but this one was tolerable—for one reason only: Vesper. She stood beside me in a shimmering emerald gown that made her look like trouble dipped in silk. Mateo stood on her other side, pretending not to be amused while Vesper verbally demolished some guy who’d just tried to mansplain blockchain to her. “Sweetheart,” she cooed at the guy, swirling her champagne with a smile that could cut glass. “I work in venture capital. If you’re going to mansplain, at least pick a topic you understand.”

The headline screamed: “Shadowmoon Heir’s Wedding Crash Meltdown: Alpha-to-Be Begs Ex-fiancée to Choose Him—Publicly Rejects Devoted ‘Friend’ Valerie Thornwood” The article was viciously detailed. Grainy cellphone video stills showed Sebastian on his knees in the aisle, hands clutching Chelsea’s dress, voice cracking as he pleaded: “I love you more than anything. Please, Chelsea. Please don’t do this.” Then Chelsea’s cold rebuttal, pointing at Valerie: “You know what’s really pathetic? Her… she’s been stuck to you like a leech for how many years now? But you’re so obsessed with me that you can’t even see what’s right in front of you.” Sebastian’s response was quoted verbatim:

Veeraj was worth it. Even if he destroyed me. END OF CHAPTER 26

He spent a long time opening me up with his fingers and tongue, then slowly worked the tip of his cock against my ass. “You trust me?” he asked, voice rough but strangely gentle. I nodded, nerves and excitement twisting in my stomach. He went slow at first, letting me adjust to the intense stretch while he rubbed my clit in tight circles. The feeling was overwhelming, full, filthy, forbidden. When he finally bottomed out, I was whimpering his name like a prayer. “That’s it,” he groaned, spanking me lightly. “Taking your brother’s cock in your tight little ass like a good whore. Look at you.”

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.