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In and out, he slid his fingers into Kon's hole at a fast tempo. "Fuck!" Kon screamed. "Just fuck me, already!" he cried out. Osy smirked as he watched Kon come undone. He rose from his kneeling position and wrapped a hand around Kon's body. "Your body is mine, Kon." He licked Kon's ears. "If you so much as glance at another man, I will cut him limb by limb while you watch. This body is mine." He rubbed his shaft on Kon's arse. "Tell me that this body is mine." He possessively grabbed Kon's body.

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

She quickly patted her lips that had slipped out. "Daddy." "The afterward, Chalondra!" "Um ...." "Say it again, Cha ... I like the sound of it." Dominic's hands were already uncontrollable. The safety triangle was really tempting his faith. Like the other nights, he ventured to slide his hand inside the little girl's backside. "Dadd, not now. Someone will see, Dad!" Although she wanted to be angry, the fact was that Chalondra couldn't really be angry because of Dominic's playful movements inside her triangle. Her hands automatically gripped her sugar daddy's neck firmly.

“Stop that!” She didn’t even flinch. Just kept muttering under her breath. “It’s inside me… it’s inside me…” Fred moved toward the cage, grabbing a towel from the nearby table and tossing it through the bars. “Wrap that up before you bleed to death,” he said, his voice calm but firm. She ignored him completely. “Fred,” I said quietly, “something’s wrong. That’s not just fear. She’s possessed, isn’t she?” He hesitated. “Could be. Or the corruption’s taken root. Either way, she’s not herself anymore.”

Sabrina is a fucked-up ex-friend who tried to pass me over, but as she herself knew, she got screwed over big time. I sold Sabrina to the owner of Norely's Nightclub who is a fanatic for slutty women who are worthless. Since it is also a house of prostitution, only the richest have a free pass. The bitch has the gift of sucking my cock like no other, her fleshy mouth making back and forth movements, gives me a feeling of lightness, as if I were floating around, how I wish I didn't feel so much.

But I was wrong. She had betrayed me to make me a laughingstock. “Oh, if she’s an omega, that means she can’t shift into her wolf, right?” someone whispered loudly enough for others to hear. “Come on, transform for us!” a guest shouted mockingly, and then they threw food at me. The taunting and provoking began. They jeered and mocked me, demanding that I shift, knowing full well that I couldn’t. As an omega, I had no ability to transform into a wolf.

"But if you truly have nothing to hide—if you are really the man you claim to be—then take me right here. I want you to do it in front of Carter. I’ll send for him right now, and your father will have him here instantly. I want to see your face while you possess me in front of him." The demon within felt a wave of contempt mixed with malevolent opportunity. The woman's audacity amused him as much as it infuriated him. "Why do you bother with something so absurd?" Dorian stood up, his height dominating the room. "I will not have an employee watch me possess my fiancée with lust. But if it’s sex you want, Sigfri... then let’s do it. I have no reason to hold back for your whims."

Whatever Nikolai got from him, it shouldn't be the information I was searching for, my sexuality. “Who paid you to kidnap me?” “I don't know. I told you all , I don't know.” He cried. “Who sold my information?” He was reluctant to talk. I leaned towards him and held his head up. “Who sold my information in clubpink?” “Oh…It's pinky. She knows everyone who comes to clubpink.” “Pinky?” “Yes, she always wears pink and makes pink nails.” “Is she the owner?” “Some say she is, but some say she isn't.”

He mutters against my hair as he hugs me. I sigh and wrap my arms around his torso. I bury my face against his chest and breathe in his cologne. How can someone smell this good. " Thanks Gray. Freddie is an ass , yes. But sometimes I can't watch him get hurt. Despite everything that happened , I still can't forget the other Freddie. The one who looked out for me. Please don't hurt him. Even if he tries to talk to me again , please don't ever hurt him , I'm begging you Gray."

I wanted her and I got her. Usually I don’t like to gamble but Katarina, she was the best bet I made and if I could go back and do it all over, fuck I would do it because this woman was my most prized possession. I cheated at a game of poker to possess the woman of my dreams and now that I have her nothing in life could ever be better. My life, my angel, my Katarina. Our love story wasn’t always the easiest. We had our problems, we fought some battles, and escaped our demons but we’re stronger than ever before and nothing will ever separate us again. I would claim my angel over and over again and never tire of her. I craved her like a fucking drug and nothing would ever change that.