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"It just gets worse and worse, doesn't it?" She doesn't need to tell me that. In spite of my best efforts, I find myself drawn to the news again and again. I've been spending my lunch breaks with my eyes glued to my computer screen, gorging myself on the gossip blogs. The other night I stopped by the supermarket for some food, and I ended up standing next to the magazines for almost an hour, reading every article on the Cunninghams in the entire store. The speculations have continued. The most popular theory still seems to be that Wentworth had some sort of gambling problem. Some have embraced the idea that he was involved in a scam overseas - but whether he was part of the con himself or a

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“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About your married professor using your tight little cunt in his office.” “Yes, Sir,” I whispered, ashamed of how true it was. He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped, rising onto my toes. He was thicker than I remembered, stretching me as he slowly pumped them in and out. “You’re going to rewrite the second plagiarized section tonight,” he said calmly, as if he wasn’t finger-fucking me over his desk. “But first, you’re going to earn it.” He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips. I sucked them clean without being told, tasting myself on his skin. The act felt even dirtier this time.

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She reached for the zipper at her side, pulling it down inch by inch, the sound loud in the silence. The dress slipped to the floor, leaving her in black lace, her skin prickling under his gaze. “This okay?” he asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. Jake grinned, a spark in his eyes and he nodded. “Yeah, just like I thought. You’ve got this… spark, this fire. You pour it into those books of yours, but damn, it could burn so bright somewhere else. I won't lie when I say I've always admired that about you.”

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

“She is the answer.” “What do you mean?” Damian felt uneasy upon hearing Evenora’s words. “This woman here is the first witch. She is the best of the best, the strongest, the one who has control over everything. Once before, us witches even have a land for ourselves, it was the land she had concurred and all humans respected us.” Damian was still unsettled and he knew it was because the woman in the painting had the same exact face as Belle. “But as beautiful as she is, she is also greedy,” responded Evenora. “She believed she has everything in control and she did. But she forgot that once she died, no one can exert the same control as she does.”