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An older woman came down the stairs, and I couldn't have been happier to see an adult. “Sam, Sunny, what did I say about letting strangers into the house?" She said looking at me. One of the boys spoke up, “You didn't say anything about not letting them in, if they gave us money." They waved the hundred dollar bills I gave them and smiled widely at their mum. They looked like a handful. She just shook her head and turned back to me. “I'm Aunt Kathy. Who are you?" “Hugh.... Hugh Jacob. Beta, Blood Moon Pack."

Noah’s POV The moment Mason stepped fully into the ruined banquet hall, the temperature of the air shifted. He carried menace like a second skin, sharp eyes scanning the wreckage as though this chaos was a symphony he’d orchestrated. The glint of the gun in his hand caught the dim light, but what rooted me to the floor wasn’t the weapon, it was the certainty in Mason’s smirk. He wasn’t here to threaten. He was here to finish. I tightened my grip on Adrian’s hand. My lover’s pulse thrummed hard against my palm, not from fear, but rage contained like a storm behind glass. Every muscle in his body trembled with restraint, as though his fury was a blade Mason might cut himself on at any second.

Now that he'd decided to release his pent-up urges in one go, I couldn't endure the consequences at all. The overwhelming pleasure made me feel like I was on the brink of death and didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath. All I could do was writhe in pleasure under Julius. Julius wiped my tears away for me. Then, he carried me into the bathroom for the third round. By then, I could barely lift a finger. When Julius was finally completely satiated, the hotel room was left in a huge mess. I snuggled under the covers before hugging him from behind, my cheek already plastered against his back.

Maddox's big hands immediately claimed my tit flesh, while his thumbs flicked my dark, swollen nipples. "Ah fuck!!! " I groaned, loving the sensation. "Your boobs are insane." He muttered, twisting one ring harshly. He let go. "On your knees, Maya. Show us how much you badly want to avoid jail." I slid off the chair like a good bargaining bitch, dropping my knees on the filthy cold floor. My shorts were currently digging into my crack, the rough stitching on the inside, scraping my dark twitching asshole. They now had both of their huge cocks close to my face. Maddox was long and fat, but Reyes was girthier with large veins, both with blushing red mushroom tips.

Multiple sets. My stomach flipped as my already dead brain cells became overly sensitive. “Tim?” He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he yanked the blindfold off. The living room was full. Six–scratch that, seven guys, were standing in various states of undress, grinning at me like wolves who’d just spotted fresh meat. I recognized a couple instantly: Jax from the gym, all thick muscles with his terrifying dark tattoos snaking down his chest. On the left stood Rico; Tim’s loud mouthed coworker who always eye fucked me at parties and a couple of others I’d seen on Tim’s phone; hook ups I guessed.

This alone was enough to make my prick hard. The men seated by the table were mostly business men. It was already late, so their ties were crooked. I could smell their sweat mixed with both cheap and expensive cologne. It was evident that the men here were rich, powerful and horny. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and took a seat in one of the booths too.

Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh. Mark was completely naked except for his chastity cage and a leather collar with “Cuck Property” engraved on it. His hands were cuffed behind his back, a thick butt plug with a fluffy tail was lodged deep in his ass. Cindy had pushed it in herself while laughing at how eagerly his hole twitched around it. Soon the guests started arriving, twelve muscular black men, all friends or acquaintances of Chinedu also arrived. Some were fellow models, others athletes, every single one was packing at least 8 inches, thick a

“Phoenix, you better throw a party for this. Make it drink-all-you-can!” “Agreed,” Lee chimed in. “And make it eat all you can, too!” “Don’t forget dance-all-you-can!” Tom added with a smirk. Phoenix sighed, his tone flat. “I’ll just pay Sean for his services. I’m not up for any ‘all-you-can’ nonsense.” “What about kiss-all-you-can with Atticus? You’re not into that either?” Andrei teased. Annoyed, Phoenix ended the Skype call and immediately dialed Sean’s number.

My hand reaches out and my fingers play over his abs until he stands again to shuck his pants. There is not a man on earth sexier than Catch Xavier Moon. From his shortly cropped hair, strong jaw with just a hint of stubble, to his hard chest. It’s the complete package when my eyes travel to the valleys and mountains of his abs. He’s over six feet of pure sexy man. My man. And I want him. I need to forget. And then I’ll plan my revenge against the man who tried to take this from me.

"He's heading right for you." "Me?" Kristin almost squeaked it. "I think he's looking at you, the sexy bartender." "Not that it will do him any good. I'm off men for good." "For now." Kristin shook her head. "Forever." Mr. Sexpot took the stool two seats away from Kristin. She noticed when he hitched himself up on the stool he favored his left leg slightly. Had he been injured? Did he have a problem? Then he gazed at the women and gave them a lopsided smile, and she forgot about his leg. That damn smile was lethal. He inclined his head toward the bottle of beer.