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asked Jasmine who suddenly became nervous. Anya shook her head weakly, she took the cigarette that was in her mouth and threw it away. Anya shifted her seat so she could sit opposite Jasmine. "Listen, this guy called Steven, he is pretty crazy, he'll make you wear whatever he brings. His fetish is really weird, and if you don't give in, he'll throw a tantrum and maybe even beat you up." Jasmine froze upon hearing Anya's story. Is the world of the night that scary?

We both turned towards the sound, and not even a second later, Vanya appeared. I bit my lips as my eyes trailed over her. Vanya wore a shirt I knew belonged to Obsidian. It was two size too big and ended just under her knees. One side was slowly sliding down her shoulder, but just before I could catch a glimpse of more skin, she pulled the material back into place. I sighed and studied her face. Her lips were swollen and cheeks flushed with colour. No marks branded the skin that were visible which meant that Obsidian hadn’t hurt her again.

Luca asked with a frown. Vanna pouted. "He's famous. A lot of people have a crush on him, but I don't have a crush on him. He's not good enough for me, hmp!" Luca burst out laughing at what she said. "That's great, my angel. No one is good enough for you. You're a princess." Vanna just giggled and continued applying makeup on Luca's face. He even had curlers in his hair. "Baby, is it okay with you that I'm always with you? I mean... aren't you looking for Aiden?" Luca asked while staring at Vanna.

She blinked. A sticky note rested on top: *"For your next masterpiece. –E" She smiled before she could stop herself. "Ugh, why is he so good at this?" Zane babbled from the crib, as if echoing her frustration. "Oh, don't get all supportive now," she told him. "Your dad's playing a dangerous game with this charm." But her smile lingered. That evening… Vanessa posted her first strategic picture on I*******m, a throwback of her and Ethan at a gala years ago, captioned: "Some connections never fade."

Kas gives me a look. I know, idiot, I say. These pancakes aren't supposed to be fucking sexy. It's not like I gave her a bowl of strawberries to wrap around her beautiful lips. I always make the Korin Iwasaki pancakes. It's tradition. Along the counter, Vane stands motionless. Then that strange girl takes another bite and her eyes close. A drop of syrup galactic colonies on her full lips and she runs her tongue over it, absorbing its sweetness. Damn hell. Vane's shadow disturbs the air and when I look at him, both of his eyes are black.

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“You look tired, Van.” Revaldo offered her a cup of black coffee, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at the woman in front of him. Vania glanced at him briefly, her lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She accepted the cup, then turned her gaze back to the laptop on her desk. Her fingers typed rapidly, yet her expression remained flat—cold, like the first snow of autumn touching the earth. “I’m just trying to focus, Val. That’s all.”

He looked so stupid asking that question that Vinca had to hide her face in Frost's chest so they wouldn't see her grinning. Frost, who was enjoying every bit of Vinca's acting, held her tightly. He wished it would go on forever just so he could continue holding this bundle of warmth in his arms. "Please meet Vinca, my fiancee, and soon-to-be wife," he said to the bewildered man. Vinca extended her hand in greetings, and Damont shook hands with her automatically, not even in his senses. Ana took her hand wishing to be anywhere but standing there. "Am sorry, she looks like a lady I know in West", he said, hoping to jog Vinca's memory but receiving a blank look from her.

Riley— the blonde bombshell I did a dozen girl-girl scenes with, still looking like pure sex poured into a tiny lace bodysuit, her perfect fake tits spilling over the top, her pink nipples hard and begging for teeth. Vanessa— curvy Latina goddess, hips that could make a man weep, full lips painted deep red, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hides absolutely nothing. And Marcus— built like a god, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, arms crossed over his massive chest, the outline of his legendary horse-cock visible even through his sweatpants. The man who, on camera, popped my on-screen double-vaginal cherry