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This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.

Maddox groaned deep, his hands clamping onto my ass, squeezing and spreading me as he thrust his hips forward, fucking my face with brutal force. “Take it all, you greedy sweet boy,” he snarled, driving deeper until I nearly retched, then he pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us. Then, he flipped me roughly onto all fours, grabbing me by the neck from behind, his fingers digging in as he lined up and slammed back inside my ass, burying his cock to the hilt in one savage push that made me cry out, “Oh shit, yes! fucking destroy me.”

Blue’s Pov “That was insane” I yelled out as we stepped out of the club. “Shhh…stop yelling.” River scolding, while she chuckled. “That was the craziest thing ever to happen in this fucking city. I need the details of everything that happened. The how’s, the where’s. Spill the tea.” I urged. River looked around, “let's get home first.” “Your house or mine?” “Mine…” she concluded and just like that we were on our way

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

Anything to shut my mind down. I pick up my phone. Put it down. Open the vault. Shut it down. He’s still live. Watching. Him. My voice. My obsession. My mess. Every filthy, intimate second. I hover over the app, fingers frozen. Words fail me. Thoughts fail me. I want to ask for more. Nudes. But I can’t even form the words without sounding like a desperate lunatic. My chest thunders. My blood screams. And still… I can’t stop watching.

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

‘Daddy wait… Daddy, please… Do you have a condom? Completely lost in the pleasure, all he can manage is to lean next to her ear and groan. ‘Shh, it’ll be okay, little Omega… I'll pull out… I'll pull…’ Miles is cut off as Ransom steps up next to him and increases his thrusts faster and faster, groaning. ‘Oh, wow... Little Omega, being raw like this inside you, feels like heaven. It feels sooo good. Ah, I think I might fuck you like this from now on…’

I glared at him like the word was his. Obsessed? People throw that word around too casually. Like they don't understand what obsession means. I love Leah. There’s a difference, a very big difference. Before I could respond, my phone buzzed suddenly. A new post notification. Emily Cross uploaded a story. My chest tightened immediately as I clicked it open. But instead of party pictures… It was black. Just a dark blurry video with loud wind sounds in the background. The video ended abruptly. I sat upright instantly. Mateo frowned. “What?”

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.