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I had not even ended the call when she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it back. My phone crashed to the ground, and she stomped on it, her stiletto heel cracking the screen. "You think you can call for backup, you wretch? I'll make sure you're groveling before I'm through with you, or my name is not Alora." "Enough!" My best friend had returned to her car and, seeing the scene, flung her bag right at the woman's face.

"But no one is untouchable. Not even with wealth or power. You shouldn't back down without a fight. Even when everyone thinks you're weak, you have to keep fighting, even if there's no guarantee you'll win. You just have to keep going, no matter what." I took a step back from Dorian and gestured toward him, my voice calm but firm. "Hit him." Everyone's gazes flickered toward her, especially Dorian who silently dared her to touch him. I could see her body tremble slightly, her head bowing in hesitation. After a few tense seconds of not doing anything, I sighed, turning to face Dorian, who grinned smugly at me. “Hahaha! You’re such a fool. Hit me? Did you really expect her to touch me? I’m Dor

I didn't know what this man was doing to me. "Please just have sex with me, I'll do anything"

"Text me if you need anything. Please do not call because I will not answer." With the email he sent to her, he had included a phone number where she could reach him. "Have fun and look after Julie for me. She means everything to me." Oh, okay, that's unexpected, she thought to herself. "Oh, I nearly forgot. It's too important; otherwise, you wouldn't be able to leave the house." He walked to the door, picking up his glasses and his phone. He turned around and put on his glasses. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "The door is voice command, and you must log in over there," he said, pointing to a screen in the corner of the room just before you climb up to his minibar. "After that, y

************** I went to bed immediately after I took a shower. I picked up my pbone and scrolled through F******k. Only artists came out because they are the only ones I love and followed. I was busy looking at the pictures when someone texted. From: 09********* "Hello! Are you still awake? How are you?" I frowned when I read the text. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know who's texting me. I opened my Spotify to listen some music. I chose "Butterfly" by BTS. The song is too good. I couldn't understand the lyrics but I was enjoying it. My mood lifted up but someone ruined it. I got a text again from an unknown number.

The dashcam at the entrance of the alley captured the entire scene of Cora abusing me. I told her if she laid another hand on me or if I got expelled, I would post this video online. "You were stripped naked, crawling on the ground like a dog in that video!" she fumed. "Do you really want to put that out there?" I burst out laughing. "Cora, look at me. I'm already in this deep. Why do you think I'd be afraid? If that video goes public, do you think people will pay more attention to me… or you?"

Most likely because of how his breath smelled, but maybe also because of what he said. The idea that he was talking to her like she was one of those sad, clingy groupie girls who followed anyone who was even a little bit famous made me so angry that I went from a level 7 to a level 10 so quickly that I didn't have time to process the change. I just made contact. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it tight. My fingers dug into him like a bear trap. My other arm seemed to have moved back on its own.

My eyes widen as he proceeds to position it onto my clit, affixing its small wings against my folds to keep it in place. Tearing my gaze from it, I look back up to Fynn. “What is that?” “They call it a couple’s vibrator, babe,” Matthew whispers, kissing my shoulder. Taking out his phone, Fynn types on it while Matthew moves his hands back up to my breasts. I’m just about to ask something else, as the small toy starts vibrating lowly, interrupting me and every thought process I could have made. “Oh, my Goddess!” I moan, and I grab onto Fynn’s t-shirt instinctively.

Haiden roars lowly as to not alarm my parents. His voice is strained from keeping it low and his body said he had already lost the fight. I was the one in control now. Haiden's long fingers tangle themselves in my stands, gripping them so tightly that I could feel the sting in my scalp. I liked it. No, I enjoyed it so much that one of my hands sneak between my legs and my fingers search my needy wet pussy. I began touching myself while Haiden's cock is lodged in my throat. "Fuck are you touching yourself while my cock is in your mouth?" Haiden croaked out lowly. "Jesus Bella." His voice is coated thickly with surprise and longing.

We moved closer during a playful splash fight, our bodies brushing accidentally at first. Then it happened. We wrestled lightly in the deeper end, my hands on her waist as I pretended to dunk her. In the struggle, my palm slid up deliberately, grazing across her breast. My fingers brushed directly over her hardened nipple, feeling it pebble even more under my touch through the thin cloth. Stella let out a soft, involuntary moan that shot straight to my groin. Mhhmm…Her eyes widened in surprise and something deeper, arousal flickering there before she could mask it.