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he begged pleadingly, and Veronica climbs on top of him again. “I was just kidding,” she chuckled. Buy unbeknownst to him, she was figuring out how to kill him... But felt his house wasn't the right place and besides, the maids are in. Veronica positions herself over his cock, slowly lowering herself down onto him again. Harry could feel her warmth enfolding me, and he let out a deep moan as she starts to ride him faster. “Uhhh...” He snorted. “Geez... That spot!”

Dimitrov was trying to break the awkward silence but everyone is stubborn. Vlad was there just for his father. "Aren't you wearing too much exposing clothes for a wife of Mafia..." Martina finally got the point to target Veronica. Vera looked at herself, she was wearing black gown with a deep neck and long slit. Vera gave her fake polite smile. "Considering your age, I understand that you are missing on current fashion... And it's not that revealing, is it baby?" She looked at Vlad. He shook his head with smirk. Vera was perfectly playing the part of wife.

’’ she asked. So I waved my hand in the air and a dark mist started at her feet, slowly raising ‘’What's happening?!!!’’ she panicked. ‘’It's okay. It's just my transformation magic’’ I explained. It whirled around for a few minutes before it dispersed and she stood before me and was dressed in a pretty flower sundress that stopped mid-thigh showing off her world-class legs and creamy skin free of the bruises that marred her skin earlier to finish the look she had on black slippers. She looked perfect.

She had her jumpsuit pulled to her waist and tied it around her belly, revealing her navel which the white top top hugging her body couldn't cover. She pulled out a fat cigarette and lit it. She clipped it between her lips and stood up. I took a step backwards fearfully, watching as she puff the smoke from the cigar in the air. “Hi." She gave a deadly smile. I forced a smile. “I'm Olivia." I said with a trembling voice. She nodded and puffed out the smoke again which coiled lazily in the air. “So what do you bring for us Olivia." She said, her voice thick and firm.

The intricate lace detailing hugged her frame delicately, and the veil pinned in her hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back. Her heart pounded, but not from the occasion. She glanced at the man beside her. Sebastian was immaculate in his tailored suit, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His hand rested lightly on her waist, a gesture that made her both uneasy and tethered. As the evening unfolded, Sebastian guided her through the crowd, introducing her to important faces she didn’t know, smiling and conversing with calculated ease. Olivia’s focus wavered as she tried to keep her thoughts grounded, but the moment froze when her eyes landed on a familiar figur

“Go and wait in the kitchen instead. Stay out of the way and don’t cause trouble. I send for you when he can stand the sight of you again.” “Thank you,” I tell him, if only because he is saving me from those terrible stairs. “I’m not doing any of this for you,” he grumbles. Even so… I decide not to press the issue. I turn and start heading to the kitchen. Veronica is wearing that sheer top that Caleb likes so much. Any other day, he’d tear off her flimsy panties, push her up against the wall of the hallway and make her scream his name. Right now, when he returns to the spot where he left her, however, he doesn’t want to fuck. Instead he wants to break something.

I couldn’t bring myself to meet her gaze. “Olivia….” Veronica started. I could sense the jealousy and anger that lingered in her voice. “I said don’t wear pink and you wore something to steal the crowd from me. Don’t think this is over” Splash !! Veronica spilled her wine on her dress, screaming loudly to get the attention of everyone in the room. Draped in crocodile tears, she pointed her fingers at me. “It was her! Always jealous, trying to steal my life”. Her voice was laced with feigned hurt. Pain surged through me. My gaze darted towards Veronica, whose innocent wide-eye seemed a little too perfect.

Had it been real? The pendant in her satchel answered before her rational mind could. She touched the outline of it through the fabric, the cold seeping through. The creature had been real. She had seen its eyes. She had heard its roar. The town might pretend otherwise, the forest might erase its scars, but Evelyn knew. She turned back, unsettled, the weight of the forest following her all the way to the edge of town.

"For two months, you've served us faithfully. Offered your body as our vessel, your milk as our sacrament, your pleasure as our communion. Tonight, we formalize that offering. We consecrate you officially as our holy offering through sacred ritual. Will you accept this ceremony?" Veronica looked at the cross, at the restraints, at the five priests watching her with hunger and reverence mixed in their eyes. "Yes, Father. I accept." "Then approach the altar. Disrobe. Present yourself for blessing." Veronica walked down the center aisle to the altar, very aware of the five pairs of eyes tracking her movement. When she reached the altar, she removed her veil, then her scapular, then her tunic, l

“Oh, Vee. Please don’t fall for him.” “I am not so easily swayed, Maya. You have nothing to worry about.” Veronica looked back at her steadily. “Surely I wouldn’t fall for a man who treats me like this. And I’m not saying he’s a bad person. He has his reasons... or maybe he is a bad person. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel anymore.” Maya stared at her. “Then feel nothing, Veronica. Nothing at all.” A knock interrupted them. Both women looked toward the bedroom door as one of the staff stepped inside carrying a large garment bag carefully draped over one arm.