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They laughed loudly at her feeble protests, their hands roaming all over her naked flesh but ensuring to avoid her pussy mound. Tessa screamed again as her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees, her thighs pulled apart and her gaping sex leered at by four huge black men. She lay there struggling weakly as her thighs were held open and each of the drooling men ogled her sex disgustingly. They lifted her and pulled her knees up, taking turns to get a better look at her slit and the pink little ring of her anus. “Nice arse,” one commented. “Wouldn’t mind fucking that I can tell you.”

(In Valentino's POV) "È il bastardo morto?" (“Is the bastard dead?”) I asked already knowing that he would never do that because he knew how much I enjoyed killing people. "Nessun capo! Solo catturato." (“No boss! Only captured.”) He answered and I smirked knowing that he will be my new plaything.

And this time, it wasn't nice. *Crazy bastard!*

"He wants to have sex again, but that is all he wants" "That arrogant bastard"

The girl swallowed hard, something inside her longed to be touched by that man. "Stop playing coy." He unbuckled his pants and pulled down the zipper. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush, especially not when it came to women. It was obvious that the little girl wanted it; she was begging to be fucked. "This is the only chance I’ll give you. If you don’t take it, later you’ll have to beg, and I doubt you’ll convince me." Libia licked her lips. Having sex with her captor was the stupidest thing she could do, but her life was full of bad decisions, so she pulled down her cotton shorts, followed by her panties.

Between my legs, the pimp buries himself, groaning and sweating profusely, while slamming into me like a sl*t he paid for a night. The smelly thing, the bloody casanova, kisses me with renewed passion that makes me want to throw up on him. Every time his lips comes over my face, his breath reeks with a putrid stench. my guts twist, but my lips part voluntarily for him, moaning as they ravaged me from all corners. One gropes my breast. The other sucks hungrily from the other corner and minutes later, the pimp isn't halfway through to a climax.

Which was why, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night, she was spread out on her bed with her laptop balanced on her nightstand, her hand between her legs, and Jude Brennan's I*******m open on her phone. Pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. She didn't care. The video on her laptop was filthy....some rough amateur thing she'd found on a site she'd never admit to visiting, a girl bent over a bathroom sink while a man fucked her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair. The girl was begging, and the man was telling her to shut up and take it, and Mara's fingers were buried inside herself, her thumb working her clit as she stared at Jude's most recent photo.

He could barely breathe, his grip tightening on the chair. Then I straddled him, sinking down so his dick slid straight into my pussy through the slit in my panties. His eyes shot open. “Fuck… Victoria! You’re a very bad, bad kitty.” “Yes, Daddy. Bad for only you.” I moaned, riding him hard.

Really bad. He blinked. Bad? Another ping. This time, it was a link. Followed by the text: “You and Lila are trending. For all the wrong reasons.” His stomach tightened as he tapped the link. The video loaded instantly. At first, he didn’t understand what he was looking at. A toddler in glittery shoes, dancing in front of a boutique… Cute. Then the bump. The tiny body falling hard to the marble floor. The way she looked up, blinking in stunned silence before the tears came.

“I want to hear you.” “The driver,” she managed, squirming as she dug her heels into the leather of the seat beneath, trying angle her body to get him closer even as her arms pushed him away. “I pay him well for his discretion, and the backseat is soundproof.” Lilith didn’t care if he was lying. It was all the excuse she needed to really let go, to toss her head and keen as enzo unfastened his trousers, rolled on a condom he seemed to pluck from thin air, and pound his cock into her. God, he was big, and it freaking hurt. She hadn’t known what to expect. But it wasn’t this.