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CHAPTER 40 NATASHA: I REGRET SETTING HIM UP! I NEVER KNEW HE WAS MY BROTHER. She immediately slid the file under her pillow as the soft knock came. "Ma'am," the maid called gently before stepping inside. Natasha’s brows gathered in an inquisitive frown as she saw a large brown envelope clutch in her hand. “Master Lopez asked me to deliver this once you return.” "What's that?” “I don't know.” The maid replied and quietly closed the door behind her.

“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

Liam was soon standing in front of me but hell do I care I burnt my hand. “What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. Here” he emphasized every word in a calm yet dangerous tone. “I-I was just H-here to give Y-you P-people cof-fee” I blurted out. “Were you eavesdropping on us?” he said, closing his eyes to control his anger. “N-no I-” “I don’t like liars” he shouted and it was enough for me to pee in my pants.

One slip and he’ll tear straight through. But I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The deal he forced me into is just smoke. A distraction. He doesn’t own me, and he never will. Which is why, the next morning, when I pass him in the hall and he smirks at me like the devil who thinks he owns my soul, I smile back. Sweet. Harmless. Obedient. And inside, I sharpen my knives. Because deals with the devil always end one way. In fire.

Hope you enjoy my books. Kat

This book, Miss Brogan, is not the Gospel of Lucifer. Blake smiled and held up the book in front of me, following the direction of my gaze and leaning closer until I could feel his breath on my face. 'It is the Gospel of Helel.' His Gospel. Ethan had a fucking Gospel written about him. The Gospel of Helel. I couldn't process it. How was I meant to process something like this?

A fiery ache throbbed in the very core of my being, and the realization slowly dawned on me that he had merely scratched the surface of what he had in store for me. "Now, ride my cock,"

I jumped back on top of him as I removed his shirt, I grabbed the ice from the bucket as I sucked it, I left the ice on my mouth a little out so I can move it with me while licking every inch of him. He moaned once the ice hit his skin. I moved from his neck to his abs. He touched my hair as I began to unbutton his jeans, sliding them down along with his underwear. I wanted to tease him, so I moved slowly from his abs to manhood. I began to pleasure it with my hands then moved my mouth slowly toward it. I ducked it then left it moving back to his lips. He tugged on my hair, “are you trying to tease me caramel?” I smiled, “not a good idea, baby girl.”

Kayola turns and mutters under her breath, “Good boy” Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. We are moving to the end of “Sweet Treachery but trust me when I say that there’s still more drama coming. I love you guys!