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Cyrus butted in, reminding me that others were in on our conversation, “your body definitely wants it and we can all smell your arousal, so don’t bother denying it.” I felt heat flood my cheeks as several waves of embarrassment slammed into me on the spot. Deep down, I’d been secretly intrigued by the sex tape, because it offered me a point of view that I didn’t get to enjoy during the sex. The one where I could see the men pleasuring me, and see how much they enjoyed every second of fucking me senselessly. I’d been sure not to dwell on it or even admit it to myself while focusing on emotions like dread and anger, but my body still gave away that secret to the Rossi brothers against my will.

Jack cursed, burying his face in her neck as he started moving — hard, deep strokes that made her entire soft body jiggle. “Feel that?” he growled between thrusts. “This is what you deserve. A man who knows exactly how perfect these curves are. These tits.” He yanked her blouse open, sucking one dark nipple into his mouth. “This belly. These thighs that could crush a weaker man.” He pounded harder, the desk creaking beneath them. “You’re going to come on my cock, Sora. And then you’re going to let me take you home and do it all over again.” Sora was lost. The grief, the guilt, the years of shame — they all burned away in the heat of his obsession. She came again, harder this time, nails digg

She felt his eyes on her as she deliberately swayed her hips before disappearing into the bathroom. “What a tease,” Marco chuckled in her absence, shaking his head to disperse the little spell she'd unknowingly binded him with. He finally massaged his painfully hard erection which he'd managed to keep discreet. She always had this effect on him. “Fuck, Principessa.” He cursed, raking a hand through his hair again. He couldn't help obsessing over the one thing he shouldn't have. *** When Gabriella returned to the room, Dr Stephanie was there—in a compromising position with Marco.

The seclusion of the room, separate from the others, made us feel safe to do so without fear of being noticed by the grandmother or the inn staff. "I need to cum...! Please stop!" I pleaded as the thrusts came again. I couldn't expect much from him because he didn't seem to care at all. He continued to thrust his hips, forcing me to remove his dick from my pussy. "Ooh..." My body trembled and convulsed as the fluid gushed out. It felt so good, it made me think sex was the best thing I'd ever experienced in my life. ***

Whatever was happening between them had only just started. From the far corner of the rink, Mila noticed Luka again, leaning against the boards, watching silently. His eyes were dark, calculating, observing every shift of energy, every exchange of glances, every heartbeat threaded with tension. The game had become more complicated, with layers of attention, rivalry, and desire playing out around her.

She found it because it was the kind of place she understood: quiet, ordered, smelling of paper and something older underneath, like the shelves themselves remembered being trees. She needed an hour away from people she didn't know yet. She was halfway through a history of pack territories when she realized she was not alone. He was at the other end of the long reading table. She hadn't heard him come in. He had a book open in front of him that he was not reading, and he was looking at her with the same focused attention he'd used twice now, like she was a text he was trying to parse. Up close, he was more unsettling than she'd expected.

5. Inheritance Whore Chapter One I signed the contract two days ago in my grandfather’s lawyer’s stuffy office. The paper was thick, the ink black and final. To get my inheritance—the billion-dollar trust fund that was supposed to be mine on my twenty-second birthday—I had to become their shared whore for one full month. My three cousins: Tristan, Louis, and Damien. The entitled, gorgeous bastards who’d always looked at me like I was something to devour. If I refused, the money went to charity. If I accepted, I belonged to them completely. Mouth, cunt, ass, every hole, every hour they wanted me. No limits. No safe words. Just raw, filthy use.

I unlock the code and take out my aromatic scented massage candles, a pair of fiery red lingerie with garner belt, matching high stilettos, and black boxers. His boxers! It was the same one he wore that night… The night I saw what I should have never seen. The same night he became my filthy secret obsession. I remember sneaking into his office and stealing this… I remember my fragile fingers curling around the fabric of his boxers I should never have touched… There was a clump of his sperm on it! I didn't mind! Foolish and wild and scared of being caught, I had slipped it into my panties.

The hem of my dress rode higher, and his gaze followed lingering. “Read this aloud.” He opened the notebook. I leaned in. I vow to be with you completely body, breath, and secrets. To learn every sound you make, and to be the only one who ever hears them. My voice trembled on the last word. Heat flooded my face. “That’s…” I trailed off. “Keep going.” I vow to ruin you for anyone else. To mark your skin with my mouth, my hands until you feel me even when I’m gone.

Qeiza wasn’t aware that Chin Hwa observed her restlessness. Qeiza averted her gaze to her phone. Her slender fingers began to dance swiftly on the keyboard. [You’ve promised me to keep it in secret] [Why now you did the opposite?] Chin Hwa smiled again when he read Qeiza’s reply. [I wanna them know the truth] [No one can demean you by spreading false rumors] Chin Hwa’s confession invited Qeiza to turn her gaze back at his office. Chin Hwa nodded when their gaze met. Qeiza blew out a strong breath. Her heart was very touched by his attention.