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he replied, holding me closer to his chest. I smiled as I tightened my hold around his waist, closing my eyes as I took a deep whiff of his scent- candlewood and lies. Seems he stopped using manipulation. I laughed at my joke. Tiana rolled her eyes and I poked my tongue at her. She's so real and annoying, I don't get why Xender can't see her. Maybe he's finally getting drowned in his sins. Perfect. I hated him too. Loved only his money and huge dick.

The room filled with wet, sloppy sounds, our heavy breathing, his muffled moans. After long minutes Robin pulled him up by the arms. Enough. I want inside you. Felix stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stripped fast, revealing lean muscle and a hard cock already leaking. Robin grabbed condoms from the nightstand, tore one open, rolled it on himself with quick practiced movements. Felix climbed onto Robin's lap on the couch, straddling him. Robin guided his cock to Felix's hole, slick with lube Felix had grabbed earlier, and Felix sank down slow, moaning low as he took every inch.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

"Too much for you, my little whore?" No. Yes. I don't know anymore. All I know is the heat of his body against mine, the unbearable pressure of his cock inside me, and the eyes. Everywhere. Dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on us, eager, aroused. The woman with glistening lips now has two fingers buried inside her, her hips undulating to the rhythm of Kael's thrusts. The man who was masturbating earlier moans, his hand moving faster, harder, as if he wants to climax at the same time as me. "You feel them, huh?" Kael growls, his hips slamming against my backside with every push. "They're watching you. They want you to come."

When he pulled back for a second I almost begged, hips lifting off the mat in protest. “You look so fucking good like this,” he growled. Before I could answer he dove back in, tongue thrusting deep, nose pressed against my clit, eating me like he was starving. I whimpered, cheek pressed to the cool mat, thighs spreading wider on their own, opening myself completely for him. It was perfect, messy, wet, addictive—until Maria’s voice cut through the gym. “Mr. Hilton?” My eyes snapped open. I shoved at his shoulders, heart slamming. “She’s coming—”

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.

Raised his head, I couldn't keep my gaze on his face, I darted my eyes away. “Touch me,” he rasped, voice strained, like he was begging. “I'm aching, Maya.” I didn’t hesitate. I pulled up, my palm slid down, and wrapped around the thick length of him visible under his pants. He was big, hot, and pulsing. He helped shove his boxers and pants down in one quick move. Hard cock stood before my face.

We dodged around each other with exaggerated precision, laughter ricocheting through the space, the system ghost occasionally whispering observations like a sarcastic commentator on some ridiculous sitcom: “Note: the human species thrives on caffeine-fueled aggression.” “Observation: the towel crisis continues.” “Hypothesis: resistance is futile.” Gloss groaned dramatically at that one. “I hate you, System.” “I observe and report,” the system replied, faintly amused. “You are amusing, human pair.” “Amusing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Amusing is when I win.” Gloss leaned in, tapping my shoulder lightly, teasing. “Winning is irrelevant when the other has permanent access to your heart.”

We kissed under the dimly lit streetlight as he leaned against the car, letting me lean onto his body heavily. "Julius," I called out to him, already slurring my words. Upon hearing Julius' response, I murmured his name again. Each murmur earned me a response. He made sure to respond to me every time I said his name. Despite being out in the cold wind, Julius kept playing this dreary game with me, his intoxicated lover. I curled up in his warm embrace, looking as though I were about to doze off any time now. Then, I mumbled softly, "Julius, I'm about to book a hotel room. Do you have the guts to sleep with me?"

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.