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"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

That night they called for “Web of Thorns.” The sanctuary torches burned low and menacing. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, dangerous edge of two bloodlines circling for dominance. Over one hundred bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 61 million viewers.

he asked he’s voice low and sexy “Mhmm” I said, nodding maintaining eye contact with his dark eyes. “Fuck Bri, let me watch you touch yourself “ he says as he slides my red panties off my body. He brings it up slowly taking a sniff of them. I quickly spread my legs wider giving him a view, I pick up the pace rubbing faster, my eyes never leaving his. I arch my back into my fingers as pleasure shoots throughout my body. “Fuckk” I moan breathlessly as I feel heat building up in my stomach

He gestured for me to sit as if he knew i was freezing. “You’ll sleep in the guest suite,” he said, as if reading me like a book and skipping to the chapter where he dictated the terms. “You’ll have access to the phone. Clothes. Anything you need, tell the house manager and they’ll see to it” “Ah! Before i forget, you said something earlier, about love. Have you never been in love?” I smiled, “ Yes, i had someone i was in love with, before this…” I paused, then continued, “Disaster”.

"I believe you. Don't worry…" Just then, a small scalpel sliced into Michael's chest. "Damn it!" When Charles saw Michael's figure wavering, his expression shifted as he hastily took out his gun. "Don't do anything stupid, Shirley!" Michael's face was filled with disbelief. "W-Why?" "Because I love you, Michael." Shirley quickly removed the scalpel from Michael's chest. Then, she held it against his neck as her vicious smile contorted. "I was the one who fell for you first, but Elena got to you before I did! You even had a sister who's nothing but a ridiculous eyesore!

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I whispered, kissing down her neck and squeezed her boobs with my other hand while she buried her hands through my hair, pulling it by the roots. "Ahhhh...I'm gonna come," she cried out in pleasure and came all over my hands quickly. "So all night of fucking. Are you ready, Ms. Perez?" I smirked, licking my hands clean. "Are you?" she raised her eyebrows, breathing heavily and I grinned, throwing her on my shoulders and we made our way towards her bedroom. I could help but wonder if it was possible to love someone this much.

Rodrigo POV I feel the aphrodisiac coursing through my veins, my dick rock hard and all I can think about is fucking Rey. I can’t believe this woman spiked my drink, if I wasn’t so fucking horny, I would find it amusing. When she locked me in the room with these girls, I almost lost my mind. My body was betraying me, all I wanted to do was bend those naked girls over and fuck them to relief the throbbing of my swollen cock. On the other hand, I was trying to hold on to my senses, not wanting to fuck anyone else besides Rey on our wedding night.

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out