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When they slid against my skin, I remembered the night before and got hard all over again. I was hoping Vlad would be in the mood for love that afternoon; I needed someone to take my mind off Javier. My ass was already tingling as I got to his office, a tall building on Lincoln Road. Marina, a statuesque blonde from Minsk, was on the phone when I walked into the reception area. While I waited I gazed at the lush photos of Russian landscapes on the walls: the banks of the Volga, snow-capped Urals, the harbor at Vladivostok. The furniture was sleek and Scandinavian, blond woods and eggshell cushions. The whole office breathed money.

I lolled my head to the side, “Don’t listen to her, Shawn.” “You two really were made for each other. I find it hard to believe that this whole thing worked out as well as it did,” Marina pulls out her phone, walking over to a far wall, and leaning her back against it. Her combat boots cross in front of her as she relaxes into a position that gives off the guise that she doesn’t have a care in the world. Maybe she doesn’t. She seems like the type of person who wouldn’t bat an eye about having two people chained up to a pole in what appears to be an abandoned warehouse, but what do I know.

She pushed deeper than necessary and felt her cunt clench like it was trying to keep them. *Easy. I’m soaked.* *Good. Leave them there while you read. Today you wear a skirt again. No underwear. And you don’t come until I say—not even when you’re alone. If you get close at any point, you stop and message me.* *Understood.* *One more thing. I want a photo. Nothing that shows your face. Just your hand between your thighs, fingers inside, skirt pushed up. Now.* Mara’s pulse jumped. She angled the phone, captured the exact image he asked for—her own fingers buried, knuckles shiny, the soft inner skin of her thighs framing it—and sent it before she could overthink.

“Pussy stinks anyway. Get over it, or don’t eat it.” He shrugged. “Marina’s don’t stink. I don’t know what the fuck she does do it, but it smells like fucking candy and roses, man. Keeps it bare for me, too. I mean, every inch of her is just smooth as ice cream. When I do feel like going down on her, I’m there for a while. Especially since she lets me do practically whatever I want if I can make her come a few times with my tongue.” “A few times? Let’s not overstate now.”

"Thank you, Alpha. I will take this lesson to heart. I will grow from this." They continued to talk, the conversation shifting to an even more delicate and personal topic. Gideon's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of discomfort in his voice as he addressed Tanner's reaction to seeing Avla. "Tanner, there's something else we must discuss. When you saw Avla naked, you... you obviously enjoyed it." Tanner's face went crimson, his eyes darting away as shame washed over him. "I... I didn't mean to, Alpha. It was just... natural, I guess. I couldn't control it."

The intensity of my emotions is like nothing I've ever felt before. Marina. Lord, I've never been this whipped by a woman before, owned, and she doesn't even realize it. "Do you think we could somehow use vervain to our advantage?" Marina asks. I lean against one of the walls, sinking down until I have the little mistress pressed to my upper abs. She isn't as stiff as she was a moment ago, even daring to make eye-contact when I peer down at her. It makes my heart swell in my chest and removes some of that torment I felt when she stared at me as if I was going to hurt her.

It is not so fun to be on the receiving end. "Get up there." She wags a finger at the barman's counter. It is the highest in the room. "Oh no..." I say, getting an inkling of Marina's plans for me. "Oh yes." She says. "Strip to your underwear. And make a show of it." She says. She grabs a shot of Vodken from a waiter and takes a sip before throwing a shit-eating grin my way. "Ohh that's a good one." Alec says with a laugh.

"You know what I'm here for Marcus' '. Miss Shina said, seductively licking her lower lips. "Miss Shina, I can't be doing this with you right now, I'm expecting…" Marcus couldn't finish his statement as he noticed Shina taking off the buttons of her shirt. She refused to listen to his excuses as she was aiming for her selfish pleasure. "It won't take long Marcus". Shina assured as she stood up from the chair and stripped out of her dress. She took off her bra and pulled down her underwear, leaving her totally naked. Her two tender breasts were round but small , her public arena wasn't shaved but it looks alluring in his eyes. Without waiting for Marcus to complete his statement she strode to

“Of course not, Marina. Sahara has been very generous.” Marina gives me a sour sneer, grips my arm tightly, and leans close with a sharp glare. I take a deep breath and try to resist the urge to cringe. There’s something about Marina that makes me wary. She’s an attractive woman with pitch-black curly hair and clear icy blue eyes. She’s tall with a slim, supermodel body. Her breasts are small and firm, and her legs are miles long. Her face is classic, with high cheekbones, large eyes, and a button nose. There’s nothing about her that would make anyone suspicious. However, every time I see her, I get this dark feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Olivia, who was certain that it wouldn't be a simple checkup, scolded the perverted man inwardly. She responded expressionlessly, "It's almost time. I gotta proceed with Marina's treatment." Her leaving figure elicited a smile on Ethan's face. He thought, "Liv, oh, Liv. I love you so much. Where can you possibly run to?" When Marina's feet were lifted from the water, they were red and covered with blisters. Marina was crying in pain.