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Skyler I was so pathetically horny that even writing about sex wasn’t enough anymore. At twenty-four years old, I, Skyler Voss, had everything a woman could dream of, a luxurious villa, money, status, and a husband who was respected in his field. On paper, my life was perfect. In reality, it was a sexually starved nightmare.

Slade gritted out, close to losing his shit. Gigi heaved an exasperated sigh as if it were her whose patience was being tested and leaned back in her chair. "You're such a partypooper, Poopstone. Who made you a mafia lord?" "Blackstone," Slade corrected her, an edge to his voice. "Yeah," she said dismissively. "So, how many people have you killed till now?" "I don't count them," Slade answered dryly. "Hmm," she accepted his response and then asked, "Do you also torture them. That's the best part of interrogation for me."

The wet slap of their skin echoed over the water and beyond. “Look at the city lights, little analyst,” he growled as he grabbed her ponytail with one hand while the other sneaked around to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. “That’s the world you’re supposed to belong to. Safe desks, numbers, and rules. But right now you’re bent over my railing like a whore, taking my lovely cock while the ocean watches.” “Viktor... fuck...” she gasped, pushing back against him despite herself. He chuckled darkly, slapping her ass so hard that a red print instantly sprang to life. “That’s not my name tonight. Call me Sir when I’m balls-deep in this tight cunt.”

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Pre-cum started dripping from my cock as she started stroking it and I told her to lick the head of cock while stroking it and look me in the eyes while doing that. I watched as she licked the head of my cock and stroked the dick, her eyes locked onto mine. The scene unfolding before me was like something straight out of a p**n film. With her eager mouth and hungry gaze, she exuded an air of lustful desperation, like a slut in heat.

“Or maybe that’s what you want. To be seen, caught and fucked where anyone could find you.” Her eyes closed as he fucked her with his fingers—deep, curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot again and again until she was dripping down his hand. Her hips moved on their own riding his finger, her moans muffled by his palm. “Good girl,” he growled, licking her ear. “Take what I give you.” Then he withdrew his fingers slowly, watching her eyes plead with him. “Turn around.” She obeyed on shaky legs, pressing her hands to the wet, cold wall. Rain matted her hair, her dress bunched around her waist, baring her ass completely.

Gun shots rippled through the air but nothing was enough to snap me out of the daze that I was already in. I had given my virginity to the Wolf Slayer. As their bodies dropped to the floor, his eyes settled on me as if giving me a silent warning. “For those of you left, I pray for your own sake that you are safe. If I check and find out that you disobeyed me, I will make you wish for something worse than death.” The amount of blood that was racing to my head almost made me pass out. It was said that the Wolf Slayer had great sense of smell and that he could smell wolves from a mile away which meant he could also smell my bullshit from a mile away.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

"You might want to rethink that." "I like the idea of being Master's horniest slave. The one who wants and needs to fuck him the most. The one who will constantly be begging for his touch. I'm competing with two other slaves, Lisa primarily, and I'd like to stand out from the others. What better way than to be his neediest slave." "The main reason I called is to find out about the poker game. Obviously, I know slaves have sex at it, but not the details. What can you tell me about it?"