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Her acquiescence, even forced, even timid, gives me a sensation of power greater than her screams earlier. I guide her under the spray. The hot water hits her, and she flinches, closing her eyes. She lets out a sigh, a mix of pain and relief as the water flows over her shoulders, her back, washing away the sweat, the sex, the traces of our struggles. I pause for a moment, watching her. Water droplets slide down her spine, linger in the hollow of her back, stream over the perfect curves of her buttocks, still pink from my grip. She is a living sculpture, a masterpiece that I have defiled and will now wash. The paradox unsettles me.

Tonight, I’m done fighting it. I’m lying on my bed wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong, my nipples hard from the cool air and anticipation. My heart pounds as I slowly spread my thighs, already soaked. The wetness has been dripping down my folds for hours just thinking about him. The door to my bedroom creaks open.

I sat at the bar, nursing my third whiskey, the ice clinking every time I swirled the glass. The place was loud but I barely heard it. I raked my fingers through my hair and pulled out my phone again, thumb scrolling through the trending tab even though I knew I shouldn’t. Every headline was about us. “Hazel Montgomery and Alan’s Sex Tape Scandal Rocks Billionaire Family.” “CEO Caught on Camera in Kinky BDSM Room – Company in Chaos.” I leaned forward, elbows on the sticky bar, and kept scrolling.

“You keep tempting me. Maybe you deserve to be punished.” Before I could answer, he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. My heart was beating wildly as he moved closer, and when he slowly pushed himself inside me, I gasped softly. I grasped his strong arms tightly. “Lucien… when did you get hot?” I whispered breathlessly. He smirked at my words. Without warning, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them gently above my head as he began moving inside me. His thrusts were fast but controlled, sending waves of heat through my body.

Weak thrust he brought home after wasting all his energy on his Personal assistant, and that Amila. Williams read my mind, he read my eyes, he started moving his hips, sliding fully inside me. His cock shattering against the walls of my pussy in slow, deep strokes. “Fuck, Maya,” he rasped against my neck, voice rough with need. “You’re so slippery… You’d make me come before time.” I gasped, my nails digging into his back as pleasure rippled through me. “Williams… deeper,” I whispered, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts.

“There are professionals who handle situations like this. Heat workers. They help unmated wolves through the cycle.” I blinked. “Heat workers?” “Licensed service providers,” he said. “Mostly women helping other women. They use toys, manual stimulation, whatever works. It’s discreet.” The idea made my stomach twist. But what other choice did I have? “Okay,” I said quietly. “Call one.” Franklin made the call. That night the active heat hit. The fever surged without warning. One moment I felt warm. The next my body burned from the inside out. Sweat soaked my clothes as I tore them off and collapsed into the pile of pillows.

Not wanting her to be sore badly, I decided to cum quickly by increasing my fast. “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! Yeah ... .baby… ooooh…my pussy is so hot right now, I can feel it hotness, Chester!” Ohhhh! Chester! She moans loudly while my seeds keep bubbling up and until I was about to explode. Quickly I pulled out from her and let it flow with the running water. Immediately, she sat down on the floor, with her legs wide open for the cold running water to cool her swollen and sore pussy.

Same difference. She took off the kimono and stepped into the tiny shower. Hot water hit the fresh bite mark on her neck, she hissed. Touched it gently, smiling despite herself. He thought he was the one in control. How adorable. She dried off, crawled into her bed, and grabbed my phone. Lila opened hidden folder. Newest video thumbnail: Richard’s face mid-groan, eyes squeezed shut in that helpless, powerful way only men like him can manage. She played five seconds, just long enough to hear that low, broken sound. Then closed it.

After finishing the meal, Terry tidied up the dining table, cut some fruits, and handed them to Jessica, saying, "No nap?" Jessica took a strawberry and glanced at it, saying, "I was about to take a nap when Heidy suddenly came over." Terry frowned slightly, "What did she come over for?" "She and Wilson's affair was posted online, right? She thought it was me who did it and came to hold me accountable." "Did I hit you?" Jessica picked up a strawberry and put it in her mouth, saying, "You tried, but you didn't hit me." Terry opened her mouth and took a bite of the strawberry, sitting next to her. "Wilson's wife was not easy to deal with."

Too well played. Our eyes locked, and my stomach flipped. I hated how easily my body betrayed me, how quickly my anger at his mistrust was swept away by his touch. Twila’s gaze turned sharp again. “Pictures of Theron and his ‘mystery girlfriend’ were plastered all over a tabloid recently. That was you, wasn’t it?” “Yes. But it wasn’t anything scandalous. I slipped. Theron caught me. That’s all.” “And now you live in my son’s penthouse,” she said coolly.