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Damn, Xav, you are falling effing hard. . C.M. LOUDEN

“Harassing another person’s bride in public isn’t appropriate, is it?” All eyes turned to the man behind me. Conrad stood in a bespoke wedding suit, tall and statuesque. His bright eyes scanned the lawn as he strode toward me with long, purposeful steps. From expression to posture, there was not a trace of the wild, unhinged madness he had shown before. For a moment, everyone was silent. “You lunatic! Why are you here instead of the mental hospital? You really think you can be Kendall’s husband?”

“Who’s asking?” “Jaxon Cole. Works for Voss. Is that him?” Noah glanced at Dominic, who nodded. Jaxon’s voice carried weight—tall, broad, with a shaved head and tattooed neck, an enforcer valued for loyalty in the underworld. “Yeah, he’s here,” Noah said, gripping the phone. “Smart move. I’ll come. They’re close.” “Great, more guests.” “Hold tight, kid.” The line went dead. Noah’s hands shook, foster care’s shadows, this man’s pull. Dominic watched, gray eyes steady. The rain hammered, a drum of urgency. He moved to the door, the chair wobbling, and listened.

The tension in the room shifted, air growing thick with something electric. "What the fuck" Raphael began to rub himself on Xavier. "Why are you acting like a whore?" he snapped, voice colder than steel. "Yeah, brother," Raphael panted, eyes glassy and cruel, mouth sinful. "Your little whore now. So shut the fuck up and do something." Then with a pause—"It’s-Ach-ing." The words snapped something deep inside Xavier. "You’re filthy." But his hands already gripped Raphael’s hips. Raphael moaned, rolling his hips harder, dragging his ass over the bulge under Xavier’s pants, soaking through the fabric like a sinner begging for more sin. Their breaths came hot, ragged, chaotic.

"Fuck, man! I said I wasn't the only one! Some people even pay him drugs-" Callum saw red. He grabbed the man's head and slammed it down onto the table multiple times. He didn't hear the people around him screaming at him to stop. All he knew is that he was being pulled away. Callum was thrown onto the ground outside with Keane screaming at him. He couldn't even hear what Keane was screaming at him. His vision was blurred, his ears are ringing, and his thoughts are blank. Anger, just anger. It was the only thing he was feeling right now. "Callum!" Keane yelled and slapped the man across his face.

I moan to them. "As you wish." he replies before beginning to slide in and out of my ass, slowly. Ryker releases my neck from his fangs and begins to pump into me, faster and deeper. I squirt repeatedly, coating both men in my juices as they continued to fill me. Quickening and hardening their thrusts. I scream both their names in pleasure as I reach my final peak with Ryker filling my pussy and Rayne my ass with their warm seed. They both were truly connected with me at the same time now and I couldn't be happier.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

"Every printer jams Coldren. Anyway, do you know how to fix it?" "Me?" I ask, looking at the flickering orange exclamation mark on its front. "I... don't think so?" "Jesus, now how are we going to get work done?" Coldren huffs, making Elizabeth raise one of her eyebrows. "That's the first time I've ever heard something like that out of you." "Yeah? Well Mr. Malone put my ass on the watch list, and so is your's, so any screw up and we're fucked." "I know that... but I don't think he'll be mad over something like this, you're overreacting Coldren-"

Xander's breath hitches, his muscles clenching around my fingers as I work him open. "Ah, Max," he groans, his voice strained but filled with desire. His eyes, dark pools of lust, lock onto mine, begging for more. With a swift motion, I add a third finger, and Xander cries out, his back arching as he cums violently. His release splatters over his chest and face, the sight of him so vulnerable and yet so insanely sexy makes my heart race. He looks startled but entirely turned on, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.