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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.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

My body began to tremble as this is not what I had planned, his lips take hold of mine as his hands hold my neck without hurting me and it was suddenly when I felt other hands hold my hips as they spread kisses over my neck and at the same time subtly nibble, "Clark...what are you doing." I couldn't articulate a single word and in a strange way my body started to burn as Clark's hands massage my breasts while one of Victor's hands travels to my intimacy and slides his fingers moistening me even more as he touches that sensitive spot, my heart goes crazy and my mind goes blank, and in a quick movement Victor spun me around until I was facing Clark and without giving me time to breathe he impr

His strong, tanned fingers curled around my pale and delicate wrist. " No, we need to talk right away." He said and pulled me back. " Leave my hand immediately!! " " What if I don't? " He hardened his grip on my hand. " What is your problem? Don't you understand simple English?? Or do you get special pleasure in forcing yourself on women?? " I asked clenching my jaw. " Do you find pleasure in exciting men and when they respond to your not-so-subtle invitation, you say that they misjudged you? Do you get a thrill from hurting men?? " He asked.

I can't even understand what it is about him that is attracting me to him so fucking much, because apart from his dominant manly appearance and devilishly good look, which God, unfortunately, gave him, he is just one cold-blooded asshole. I'm pretty sure this man has no emotions, he's just a walking robot. But still, I can't stop fantasizing about how good his lips felt on mine or how bad I want his hands sliding down my body as he moans my name. I wanted to do things with him so forbidden, so unholy that it makes me question my fucking moral values. But I promised myself that these 3 days would be for me and me only. I won't let my mother or him ruin this.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

Body shook violently—legs trembling in his grip, nails digging into his wrist. He didn’t stop. Kept going—faster, deeper—chasing his own edge. Then yanked out suddenly—cock slick and shining. Fisted himself twice. Came hard across her breasts—thick, hot stripes soaking the black wool, seeping through the fabric, marking her. Pulse after pulse until he was empty, shaking.

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.

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.