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I said and immediately stood up in tub and wrapped myself in bathrobe from nearby cabinet, I walked out and saw it was already next morning, sun was shining bright through my open windows inside my entire room which was in total mess, my pillows and comforter was lying on ground, expensive silicate vase and other artifact were shattered into pieces, tables and chairs were on ground in awkward position, my clothes from party along with a female shredded pieces of Red colored gown was lying on ground, my room looked like as if someone had wrestling fight in here, it was than last night memory hit me hard. I remembered I was at bar counter ogling at Victoria when she was busy seducing Leonardo

He stabbed her with two fingers and came out wet. She groaned aloud. She was in pain. His vicious caresses hurt and yet she could only moan as though she enjoyed the rough treatment. "F--k her! Why don't you f--k her!" The small audience was getting excited. Arnault lied down. Gillian just stood there. There was laughter. He got up and yanked her to him like a rag doll. They bounced on the soft bed with Gillian under his large frame. "Open your legs, bitch!" She obeyed with a loud moan.

He turned to the waiter and ordered, "Just a glass of cold-pressed berries." I happened to lift my eyes, and they fell on Mr. Virgil. Of course, I wouldn't be surprised to see him holding back his amusement. My chest tightened as I fight over my agitation on these two men fighting for their power over me. Not to mention the one enjoying my ordeal. "May I repeat your order, sir? A glass of matcha and another glass of cold-pressed berries? Would you like to add another drink, sir?" the waiter butted in, looking at Kim.

Two minutes later, Zach walked into the most luxurious room in the club with blood all over his hand but none on his suit or his crisp white shirt. Big Al was reduced to a stammer as he stared at the man making himself comfortable across the table from him. “Who... How...Who...” He could not formulate the right question to ask this strangely calm man. “Are you here to kill me?” He finally asked once he had gotten control over his tongue. “No,” Zach answered calmly, “As I said, am here to talk.” He poured himself a glass of wine after wiping the blood off his hand using the paper towels on the table. “I am simply here to claim on my investment.”

The movements were rhythmic and gentle, sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body. Olivia felt like she was on cloud nine as they moved together. Her entire body trembled with pleasure and she felt a wave of euphoria coming over her. She clung to Azazel, her back arching as the intensity of the experience grew. Azazel's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her skin while they moved together in perfect harmony. Olivia's breathing grew ragged as she lost herself in the sensation, pushing aside all thoughts and worries with each thrust that sent shockwaves through her body.

The words unleashed him. His pace turned savage, slamming into her again and again until she screamed, body quaking, pleasure unraveling her. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming, her walls clenching around him like a vice. He cursed, shuddered, then spilled inside her with a guttural groan, grinding her down onto him as if he could bury himself even deeper. They clung to each other, trembling, breathless, the air thick with sex and something far more dangerous.

I drank in the feelings greedily, my body reacting like a wanton whore. Everything after that is somewhat of a blur. We ran and ran for I don’t know how long, I don’t even know if we were being followed. The heat from Gunner’s skin occupied what remaining space was left of my thoughts. I recall being laid back on a soft surface and Gunner’s hands and mouth roaming over my aching body. I could hear him talking to me, trying to soothe me. But his words were just blank space, a fuzzy sound buzzing in the back of my mind. The need and desire was all consuming. It was beyond painful. The beatings I once got from Hank, and the pain he inflicted on my body, it is nothing compared to this. This unre

"Mrs. Hayden told me something… unsettling about you." Delilah’s brow furrowed, her mind slipping back to that night—Mrs. Hayden, her eyes alight with barely masked horror, thumbing through her black book, as if she’d discovered a dark portal into Delilah’s mind. "Go on," she murmured, holding his gaze. Marco shifted, watching her carefully. "Mrs. Hayden mentioned that she’d read one of your books," he began, his voice filled with a strange, silent accusation. "She said there were… violent scenes in it. Crushed bones, repeated stabbing—things that don’t exactly fit with your…" He gestured to her neatly buttoned coat. "Your usual image."

After that, there was chaos. There were some driven crazy by the constant torture and they started a killing spree, killing anything that looked remotely human, but there was one unlike the rest of them. He didn't have a single scar; he was completely fine, even handsome. You would think he was a normal person if not for his eyes. They looked lifeless and at the same time murderous. He moved quickly through the mess of horrifying screams and blood. He was like a ghost that was floating.