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he said as he raises his beautiful eyebrows along with a meaningful smile. Ara rolled her eyes then shook her head because of what she heard before she opened her mouth to speak. "And why should I do that?" the young lady is now talking about Daniel's offer of going home with him. "It's late, it's not safe to commute," this time the tone of Daniel's voice is different. Teasing was no longer there and instead, Ara felt a serious and real concern. That's why her mind tells her something else. Daniel did a great wrong to her.

Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for. °°°°°°° Xyrra’s POV

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

Just wide, clean strips. “Wrists,” he said. I offered them. He tied them above my head to the headboard, loose enough that I could pull free if I needed to, tight enough that the reminder made my stomach flip. “Color system,” he murmured. “Green if you want more. Yellow if you need a second. Red and everything stops. Say it back.” “Green more. Yellow second. Red stop.” “Perfect.” He started with his mouth again. Long, wet strokes through my folds, tongue flat and patient.

“No worries at all, darling. Take your time.” Her footsteps faded down the hall. I sagged against the counter, Derick’s cum still warm and thick as it slowly trickled down my inner thighs. The sight of my flushed, well-fucked reflection in the mirror made fresh shame twist in my stomach , right alongside another pulse of unwanted heat between my legs.

--- Lap eight something changed. Not in the race. In the system. It appeared in her peripheral vision the way it sometimes did when it had something urgent, not the standard notification format but a different presentation, raw text without the usual borders, like something bypassing its own formatting to deliver information faster. [WARNING] [ANOMALY DETECTED IN RACE FIELD] [SOURCE: UNKNOWN] [NATURE: UNKNOWN] [RECOMMENDATION: MAINTAIN AWARENESS] She nearly missed a braking point.

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

It started squeezing my throat again as the lights flickered and new red warning messages flashed across every screen: WARNING: FORSAKEN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED CONTAINMENT BREACH IN PROGRESS