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Envaline said, walking to the bath. As Sharriah stepped into the cold water, it felt like blocks of ice were been kept inside the bath, making it chilly cold, as she dipped her head into the water, the coldness of the water made the raging emotion she had built ever since she woke up this morning quieting, the coldness of the water, cooling her down, she stayed in the water for minutes before she heard a noise from the room, she raised her head up, she saw Veronica, she wore nothing and was stack naked from her head to her feet, she walked majestically to the middle of the room, bringing out her own pair of clothing, which looked worser than hers, she smiled at the clothing in her hands, obv

“—wants you out of the picture. Or at least wants to know who you are and why Lucas would pick you over the hot new Luna.” I exhaled, hard enough to fog my monitor. “Shit.” Vera held out her hand, palm up, wiggling her fingers. “I accept payment in red wine and new shoes.” “You’re getting a bottle of Malbec and maybe a Sephora sample pack.” She pouted. “Cruel. But fair.” I spun my chair away from the desk, toward the wall of glass that made my office look like a Bond villain’s lair. I watched the city pulse: traffic slithering below, windows blinking with secrets. “Tell me how you know all this.”

She was naked under the sheets, and so was I—a fact I only realised when she accidentally ground into my stiff half hard cock. Vera sat upright, tilting her head to the side. Her thick, dark hair spilled over her bare shoulders, allowing me to get a clear view. Gently, I ran my hands over them, my fingers grazing the nape of her unblemished neck. There were no visible scars, marks, or signs of violence. Yet, the worry still lingered. “I’m fine,” she said, cupping my face. “I promise. You were good... and gentle.” My brow arched. Gentle?

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he

She looked perfectly okay and well. “Traveling to Arkenta, with her,” Ginika said, and their eyes went to Vera’s direction, who had her back on them. Realization is shown in Abi’s expression, before she asked, “She is your mo…” “No, she isn’t.” Ginika flatly refused. He owe Vera a lot, four lifelines already, and he was not even sure where or how to start paying those. “Oh,” Abigail tugged the blanket slightly. “Who are you, child?” Vera suddenly asked as her features toward over them. She looked like a nun, with the blue velvet cloth that hung over the loosed ash gown. She has her notebook and was writing something on them.

As if on cue, Vera raises one of her hands and starts playing with her pink, swollen clit. It’s so sexy. Her boobs bounce as she thrusts herself over the silicon toy. This is Incredible. I look up at her mouth and see the way it's parted, breath escaping it in gasps. It makes me remember the way that mouth wrapped around me last night. Seeking to bring me to orgasm. Fuck, this girl is driving me crazy. She plays with her clit and then…her nipples. Vera gets her fingers wet and dabs it over her titties.

Garrisson had sent Vera to reprint a ream of documents that you'd soaked, and sent you to help her. "Jesus Christ, kid," Vera said as you entered the copy room. "Talk about going above and beyond." "Hey, no pain, no gain, right?" you asked. She smirked and chuckled, starting another file printing. Vera was a pretty woman somewhere in her thirties, with tan skin and dark hair that made you assume she was latina to some percentage, though she could just as easily have been a darker skinned Italian woman. With both copiers running, she stood back and leaned against the counter almost right where you and Sabrina had been intimate not two days earlier.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

“Baby, would you like to help me with some negotiations?” “Are you sure love?” “Of course, you are my future Jefa.” She smiles and he helps her out of the pool. He holds her hand up so he can look at her body and leads her over to the open chair next to him to sit. The white bikini is now almost see through with her erect nipples straining against the small amount of fabric barely covering her breasts. Gavin brings her a towel. “Donna.” “Thank you Gavin.” She pressed the towel into her hair and then lays it across her lap. Veronica is fully aware that her nipples are hard and on display and the men are staring.

Whether it recognized where it came from. Whether things built from dark water understood dark water when they felt it in the air. She did not slow down. Vera was visible from the edge of the clearing. A small woman — smaller than Danielle had expected from Rodrigo's description, though she understood immediately that size was entirely irrelevant to what Vera was. Eighty-one years old. Silver-haired. Standing at the far edge of the pool's stone rim with her hands at her sides and her feet planted and her face arranged into an expression that contained no fear whatsoever. Not the performed fearlessness of someone managing terror. The actual thing. The specific calm of someone who had stood at