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Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes. Damn, I could be seeing stars. I shake my head barely in time to see him swing a punch at me. Staggering to the side, the metallic tang of blood coats my teeth and tongue. Fuck. Just fuck. Another punch—this time my blurry vision is clearing, but his hit lands, the force plummeting me to the ground. My heart lurches to my throat, beating fast. Fuck. This is gonna be bloody. "I just want to talk," he speaks for the first time, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

I just hope someone nice will find Sam and our baby and take good care of them. A heavy hand tries lifting me again, but he is stopped short by a resounding punch to his face, followed by a slap and a violent push to the wall. A fast-moving thing or person... I can't see clearly enters the scene fighting off my attackers. The sickening sound of flesh against flesh and a painful grunt filling the air. Blood splashing and bodies falling lifeless on the floor beside me. Until all men are lying dead on the ground.

she was silent. "Answer me, huh, you're ready?" she was still silent. "Are my 7 inch rod make you feel good? Huh? Answer me? I swear I'll make this even longer if you don't answer me." "Let's go off me, please..." "Wrong answer, baby," I said. And I hurt her so much until I really hit the peak of pleasure, then I let go of her. I know this is abuse. This is bad and crime. There is nothing romantic about this because Nadya cries and struggles. And this is the beginning of the disaster.

"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."

"Giuseppe, get Rocco, Tony, and Ollie downstairs and call for Dr. Marrin, send Renzo Lombardi and Massimo Baldi to retrieve Niles Demarco and Mario Pugliese's bodies. Call for the twins of death and have the boys meet me upstairs." "That snake, I told you, Hack, that bastard would be trouble, Look what he's done," Russ uttered as he bounced onto the wooden chair in front of the desk. "Now, the question is how did he get Fontana and Messina to do a hit, a hit where you were not?" "Why?" I questioned as I sat in my swivel chair and crossed one leg over the other as I squinted my eyes. "What?" Russ scrunched his eyebrows as he leaned back in the chair.

They both wore nothing but their desire, cocks hard and twitching in the air between us. "Look at you, Delilah," Richard murmured, his voice low and commanding, pouring the warm oil into his palm. "Our perfect little slut, ready to be worshipped." He started at my shoulders, his strong fingers kneading the oil into my skin, slick and shiny as it trailed down my collarbone, over the swell of my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly under his touch, and I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips.

I was shaking with tears running down my cheeks. “ I know I am not supposed to play with my food but this looks so good babygirl, you are so tight” he praised me, his fingers not slowing down with that sweet torture. I was a moaning mess. I felt him spat on his fingers, I jerked in surprise and pleasure when two of fingers entered my ass. It was painful but it felt so good. After playing with my pussy and ass simultaneously for a while he stopped.

Now, he walked with his head hung low, his knuckles turning white as he clutched a worn canvas rucksack. I had to admit, fate had a twisted way of punishing the wicked. I made a mental note to never be driven by lust, lest I end up like Reuben.

Note: “Small things that prove I hear you. Come tonight. Let me show you real attention.” Elena sprayed more perfume on her neck, the smell filling her nose. Her pussy ached thinking about it. She hated herself for getting intrigued, for feeling that spark while her husband crumbled under his own lies and obsession. Damian paced again, sweating. “This is it. Terms are set. You fuck him, we win. Don’t back out now.” She didn’t answer. Just held the note, smelling the perfume, feeling the book in her lap. The emotional pull grew stronger. Victor didn’t just want her holes;he wanted her thoughts. And fuck, that made her wetter than Damian’s desperate pushing ever could.

*His other hand slid around to rub tight circles on your clit, matching the brutal rhythm of his thrusts. *I screamed in ecstasy as he filled me completely, my inner walls stretching deliciously around his thick girth. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body, stoking the coil of tension in my core ever higher.* Yes, yes, YES! Harder, Damien! Fuck me harder! *My hands scrabbled for purchase on the smooth surface of the table, knuckles turning white as I braced against his relentless onslaught. The obscene slap of skin on skin and our mingled cries of pleasure echoed through the room, a filthy symphony of lust and need.*