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“Hey, Ms Natasha Bratva, the matron of the Bratva family is talking to you. You will show her some goddamn respect by responding!” I shifted my gaze, and it fell on my talented beauty. The days I would play her music on repeat, because she had the kind of voice to soothe my troubled mind, flowed into my mind. There was a saying, “Never meet your idol.” I desperately didn't want that saying to relate to me. I truly did not want my love for Serena Lowe's music to be forever tainted. “Please,” I begged in my mind to whatever forces that could hear, and help..

"The risk? The lie?" "Yes," she moaned, her head lolling back. "Ah... yes! Harder, Damien!" "You're a little brat," he growled, increasing the pace. "A little, spoiled brat who wants her mother's boss to ruin her." "Ruin me then," she challenged, her voice a desperate whisper. "Just... oh! Right there!" Damien found the spot, hitting her G-spot with every deep, punishing thrust. Rhema’s vision began to blur, the pleasure building into a towering wave that threatened to drown her. She could hear her mother’s footsteps returning, the soft thud of heels on the carpet.

Asher muttered from where he stood, watching as Kaidën fought with the demons of his past. “We are both damaged, Asher Fishman. Why else would we fit so perfectly?” Kaidën shot back, shaking his head, fingers clawing at the mirrors.

Tiberius explained as the song ended, leaving us standing in the center of the dance floor. “And I can’t think of a more perfect song. Because it was once upon a dream that we met and every day with you feels like a dream.” He smiled. “I love you, Katrina Liliana D’Amore, from the moment I saw you in that dream and will for the rest of this life and every life we share after this. You were my Princess Charming, slayer of evil witches, and my true love.”

Alpha Damien looked at the girl standing in front of him. Granted she was a young woman who he was older than by five years, but irregardless of that, she was still like a girl to him. He glared at her and she inched back slowly, as if his glare was pushing her back. She stood with her head bowed down, cowering in fear like a homeless dog. Damien was lost in his thoughts, but his mind was still on the wimp in front of him t. Why her? he asked himself. He clenched his hands into fists, as the emotions swirled around him, threatening to swallow him whole.

******* Damian was leaning against the table busy in reading the files when his office door got opened. He frustratingly closed his eyes and looked at the person. A beautiful tall woman with model like slim figure was standing in front of him, her long blonde hair was falling on her back in perfect waves, she was wearing short white dress which was showing her cleavage and long slim legs, her makeup was on point highlighting her features perfectly and her red painted lips was curled in a arrogant smirk... "Get out, knock on the door and then come in..." Damian ordered her rudely unaffected by her beauty...

Then came the moon goddess and Roxy and hell even Damien. Now I don’t know if I should add another entry in the Miss beauty contest. Amara. I mean who named these people? Ravenna, Amara, Diana? They sound like fucking aristocrats and I am just a lowly humble peasant. Amara just hugged Damien. Although I don’t know if I could call it a hug or not, she and him were embracing each other for another long minute. It didn’t take me long enough to know what Amara meant to Damien. Amara pulled away from him and looked at his face, then her surroundings.

Princess Reda didn't wait for her to say anything, she left - one thing was no matter how bad she wanted to dislike Dama, she couldn't just bring herself to hate her with the tortures she gives her brother. Dama breath out slowly but painfully because of the sexual fire which was widely spreading all through her genitals but she still appreciated her mate's sister for giving them the privacy they needed. She pushed the door open and was surprised since Princess Reda had been banging for a while now, how come it is now opened? Or he never locked it while his sister only used that to bring her to him?

I know what games she is playing. The past two nights, I dreamt of unlocking the door, standing naked, and beckoning my mate forward. I offer my body to him like a sacrifice, standing silently, allowing him to admire my shape. His silvery eyes flash the purest gold at seeing me. His rough, workers' hands glide up and down my skin, making me shudder with longing.

I increased my pace slightly, my balls slapping her skin as I fucked her wet cunt. And just when I noticed that she was on the brink, I gave her my answer. “Soul flame.” Meadow gasped, throwing her head back and crying out loudly as she came around my cock. “Fuck.” My voice was a low growl. “There are no words for how you look whenever you come for me, baby.” I kissed her. “No. Fucking. Words.” A shiver shot down my spine as warmth spread to the bottom of my stomach, my body tensing up as I pulsed inside of her.