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she said, smirking as if a plan was forming in her mind. “Come, let’s teach you how to be irresistible!” She smirked before grabbing my hand and dragging me toward a room. The moment we were inside, I noticed how it was just a dim room with a stripping pole right in the middle. Chairs circled it and the thought of me being up there caused a blush to form on my cheeks. “So, the first thing I am going to teach you is called the ‘outside step,’” she said. I turned toward her to see that she was already removing her shirt walking right up to the pole and wrapping her hand around it. It was almost as if a switch turned on. The kind woman I had seen before quickly turned into a desirable woman.

We knew this day was going to come, and this shall be the first day that will spell the end of so many. Now, while they are trembling in their asses, deciding if they should shoot Joseph's daughter, Jax makes his way around to the back of them. Mason, too, does go around. I hear as Mason cocks his gun and watch as the two assholes freeze. Now I know that Mason, nor Jax, have time for little speeches or even for them to turn around. So, in as little as only an inch of two seconds, they leash fire onto the two men that are standing in front of them.

The bearded middle-aged man brandishing a large stick forcefully addressed me. Through the screen door, I replied to him while faking boldness, "I never stole anything from anyone. Tell whoever sent you that I don't have any stolen stone they think that I might be keeping." "You better hide, bitch. Because the next time you see me, you will be vomiting blood. And I'd advise you to go to Beast Land because that will be the only place we wouldn't foolishly come for that stone." Threats turned into my nightmares. I couldn't sleep a wink. With the last human I had as a boyfriend then, I was able to hide pretty well.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

It rang again, and on the third attempt, I felt him slow down. “Pl…ease….continue…I…want…y…ou…” I begged and watched his lips flatten in a smirk, before leaning in. “Pick your call, Stepmom. We wouldn't want to draw attention to ourselves, would we?” He muttered in a low, husky voice and slowly let go of my hair. Stepmom! The sound of it made my pussy throb. My body shook, and my legs lost balance, but I picked up the land phone placing it on my right ear.

I stood on the rooftop, under the moonlight, the wind howling around us— lost in the eyes of my stepson. “How old are you?” His fingers slacked around my jaw and tightened again. “Twenty-nine. Would be thirty in a few weeks. Why?” “Why were men bowing to you instead of your father?” “Pardon?” I met his gaze. “I saw everything. The cars. The men. They bowed to you instead of Androa.” He let go of my face. Then sipped his drink and stepped away, his shoes clicking on the floor. It felt like my senses snapped back.

The mansion looked unreal in photos marble floors, glass walls, the kind of staircase that makes you want to descend dramatically in a silk robe even if you’re going to grab cereal. “Your stepdad’s in Chicago, right?” she’d asked, eyebrows lifting. “Yeah. Corporate takeover or whatever rich-people villain shit he does.” “And your mom?” “Charity gala all weekend.” She stared at me for a long second. Then she grinned. “So the house is empty.” That was it.

Antonio Thick black smoke filled the air, firefighters and police sped through the streets of Moscow. It was a beautiful chaos, and it was done so that we can get a chance to kill Riaan then Karan can take back the driver’s seat as the head of the brotherhood. we stood silently in the bushes on the side of the house watching as Riaan’s men left the house am sure rushing to the scenes. More and more men left the compound, and I am surprised that he is playing into Karan’s plan.

Out of respect for my bond with your mother, I couldn't bear to see you homeless on the streets, so I took you in. "I truly wanted to treat you like my own daughter, but you turned out to be as manipulative as your mother. All you do every day is play the victim. As long as you didn't cause any major trouble, I would've turned a blind eye. But you actually set your sights on my daughter. "I raised you all these years. I've done my duty. Now, go pack your things and leave my house. I don't want to see you again." Selene never imagined Mother would be ruthless enough to drive her out. She quickly knelt on the ground, hoping her tears would soften Mother's heart.

He finishes with another punch that lands perfectly on my broken lip, making me groan in pain and agony. Then he stands up, monitoring his fellow goons to leave after making sure that their message is home. They even step over me with their giant feet as they walk out. “Call the boss and tell her that we delivered the message!” I hear their leader instruct as they slam the door shut with a thund. Janie! Curse that woman! I slowly pull myself up with almost failed efforts, but I keep forcing until I make it to my feet. With every step being a struggle and painful, I start shaffling upstairs.