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I asked, equally exasperated and frustrated as him. "I can tell your lies, Seraphina. So, don't try this with me. And yes, I am blaming this on him because he poisoned your mind. He has made you confused. Just hear yourself, Seraphina! You want to give us a chance, you want to stay but not be mine?! How does it even make sense?!" He bursted and turned away from me and to the giant glass window that looked over the city drowned in darkness dotted with lit lamps.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

“Look at you, riding my fingers like a whore in a public parking lot. Anyone could walk by and see what a desperate cockslut you are.” “Yes... Fuck yes! Let them fucking see! I’m your cheap whore!” Damon moaned loudly, riding Logan’s fingers desperately. “Spank me harder! Punish my slutty ass while you finger-fuck me. I’m your fucking dirty secret.” Logan spanked him again and again, turning Damon’s ass bright red while he thrust his fingers faster, scissoring them open. Both men were stroking themselves furiously now. Damon’s voice cracked desperately. “I’m gonna cum...fuck Logan, I’m so close...please let me cum...please”

He focused his thrusts on that spot, driving into me with purpose. I was building toward another orgasm impossibly fast, my body completely surrendered to the pleasure he was giving me. "I'm such a dirty whore," I said, the words tumbling out. "I'm such a fucking slut for letting you fuck me here, during my own opening. What if someone hears? What if someone comes in?" "Then they'll see what you really are," he said. "They'll see that you're a slut who loves being fucked. They'll see that you're my dirty girl."

To over two million subscribers. “We hated each other. That was the beginning. She told me to burn in hell. I told her to spread her legs. She slapped me. I came in her mouth. And that was just the first night.” My wine glass nearly shattered in my hand. He didn’t. He couldn’t. I scrolled faster. “There’s a difference between fucking and claiming. She doesn’t know it yet. But I do. And when she said my name with her legs shaking and her voice wrecked?

"Monique, has a box of poker chips and will pass out an equal number of chips to everyone wishing to participate as a buyer at the slave auction tonight. Five chips each, it doesn't make any difference what color they are, they are all worth Twenty dollars. The sale will be held in one hour. During that hour, I invite any of you to come up here and inspect the merchandise for sale. You may test the firmness of their breasts, the juiciness of their cunts, then buy, borrow, barter or gamble for the other players chips to better your purchasing power. However you wish to make arrangements to purchase these slaves for yourself is within the rules. If two or three of you choose to pool your money

I chugged it and held it out as she poured another. “That bad, huh?” Thana asked with a grin. “You have no idea.” “How dare you leave me with this asshole, you will pay for this!” Prince Dagon yelled into my head. I bit my tongue as a slash appeared across my chest and healed seconds later. “Your damn right I’ll pay for it.” I thought. I downed the drink again as Thana again filled the horn. “What the hell?” Sáta asked, looking at me, “what was that?”

"I am Valentina Brown. I would like to tell you that whatever you say, no matter how bad it is, stays between us and in this room. Either that is about someone you know is involved in the mafia or a murder you have committed. I know you have signed the documents but I just wanted to let you know. You are my only responsibility. And I have given therapy to many other people involved in the mafia, in the past." "Um, okay." I rubbed my neck nervously which she didn't miss. "Can you introduce yourself?" "Sure. Um, you already know my name. It's Vivianna. And um- Vivianna Violet, to be exact. And uh, uh, um I am here for... therapy?" I blabbered, not knowing what else to say. She chuckled. "Okay.

You're probably jealous of him. —You're so foolish and naive that you fell in love with your tormentor. He's not the one you see from your window when you spy on him," she whispers in my ear, "He's a sadistic killer who takes girls, makes them his slaves and gives them such a torturous death that even though... they beg for their death, he dismembers them alive. My heart stops when I hear that. —That is not true. —My lips tremble as I say it. —It's... a lie.