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"Such a naughty boy. You can't wait, can you? Only good boys get to come."
"I'm the best fucking boy. I'll be your good boy. I need you so much. I need to feel you."

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"You're all mine, Fitz. This body. This cock." Her tentacles wrap around my dick, giving it a teasing squeeze.
I whimper.
"I want your come, Good Boy. I want it so bad. You know I can't live without it." She slides her tight cunt down on my shaft and my fucking toes curl against the tile. Holly rocks back and forth. "Give it to me. Fill me.
I want every drop. Be a good boy and breed me."

Fuck him wild. Make his knees weak. Have him beg for more.
Mark your territory.

“You're beautiful. There might not be much to me, but I'm yours, Demi."

Unknown number: "I couldn't live if you were mad at me."
Unknown number: "Demi?"
Unknown number: "Oh, good. You're watching the news."
Unknown number: "I like your robe. It looks soft. You look fucking gorgeous in it. I want to watch you take it off so I can see it slip down to reveal your tits."
Unknown number: "No one else is allowed to touch you."
Unknown number: "Only I can touch you, Demi."

“You can ask me anything and I'll do my best to answer."
"What's your favorite color?"
I grin. "Your eyes."

"You're my mate, but you're also my reason. My reason to exist. My reason to survive. My reason to hunt, to fight, to endure. I do it all for you, and for the chance that, someday, you might return just a fraction of the love I have for you, my mate."

"I've lived a thousand years. Longer even. But I wasn't truly alive until you lit up my life. I might be made of shadows, but I needed something bright. I needed you."

"She is my world. I'm nothing without her.”

"You need me to tell you more? Of course.
Your favorite color is orange. You are a meat-eater like I am, but, also like me, you're not a hunter. You get your meals from"-his brow furrows-"something called Stop and Shop. You love to cook, but you hate to clean. I will do so for you, my mate.”❤️‍🔥

Another rumble deep inside of him before he asks me, "Do you like what you see?
Come. Touch your male. Learn him. You don't have to be afraid of me."
"I'm not," I shoot back, snorting as I shove my blanket away from me. I'm not lying, either. I stopped being afraid of him sometime last night.

"I do. You are my mate. Sombra demons... we only get one. Whether you believe that or not does not change the truth.
You can trust me to watch over you, to protect you, and to eventually love you with everything that I am. To harm you would be to harm myself."

“-Thanks.
-Don’t thank me, my mate. I exist for your pleasure. All of it. Your wish, as ever, will be my command.”

My life only truly began when I first saw my mate.

“Open your eyes. Look at the mirror while I fuck you.”

You taste like you’re mine

He was too busy for a relationship.
"I will be," he says. "But I'll never be too busy for you."
I swallow. I want that to be true.
"You said your company comes first. That it always will."
"Elle, for you, I'll move the company here, to New York. For you, I'll hire another CEO.
For you, I'll give all my money away. I don't care. None of it matters. Not the way you do."

"You good, baby?" Josh asked, voice gone low again as he swiveled his thumb around and pressed it just above the hood of my clit, applying pressure exactly where I needed it.
A soft moan slipped through my lips.
"Better than good."
"Then what the fuck are you sitting still for?" he purred into my ear. "I told you to ride it."
Hot damn. Dom Josh could get it.

"Thank you," she said, setting her phone down to take her coffee. She looked more relaxed than a moment ago, like her back was no longer up now that she didn't suspect me.
Mwah ha ha ha ha.
My evil plan was working. Step one: get Aly to drop her guard. Step two: fuck her on this couch.
Oh, wait, no. I'd skipped a few steps somewhere.

“Who knew stalking and games of deception were so much goddamn fun?

Uh, your dad?”

JAJAJAJA su subconsciente contestándole, porque su papá fue un asesino

“Can someone watch me through my laptop camera?” Aly typed.
Uh-oh.
Her eyes flashed wide as she read the results, then jerked to the top of the screen, looking straight at me.
"Hello, gorgeous," I said, wishing she could hear me so I could watch the blood drain from her face in fear.
Yup. Definitely problematic. I'd circle back around to analyze that later.
"Shit," Aly bit out, pushing away from the table.

The camera panned more, and - holy shit! It was lying on a bed, and I had that same comforter!

JAJAJAJA the fact that WAS HER bed

"I want to go on my knees and make you come again, this time on my tongue. I want to peel this dress off you. I want to bend you over every single piece of furniture I own.
I want to hate you, because you're all I can think about, even in important meetings, and sometimes, it's fucking annoying.”

"I bought the coffee shop because you love it. I bought it so that you can have your favorite scone, with your favorite latte, at your favorite table, every morning." He leans forward. "I bought it because it makes you happy, and that, to me, Elle, is priceless."

"Parker," I say very slowly, trying to remain calm, "did you buy the coffee shop?" He's leaning back casually in his chair, not a care in the world. "No," he says.
I melt in relief. "Oh, good, I thought -"
"I bought the chain." He looks at me earn-estly. "They have a location in Brooklyn and one in the Hamptons. Did you know?"

His hands are still on my waist, and I want them higher, lower, everywhere. I want to tell him just how much I hate him while he bends me over the counter.

I don’t care what might happen.’ Berenger wanted him. He couldn’t keep the way that made him feel out of his voice, the pleasure of it, the new confidence. ‘You’re not poor now. You can afford me.’
Berenger was shaking his head. ‘Ancel, I’m not poor now. But if the Prince fails—’
‘If he fails,’ said Ancel. He put his hand on the laces of Berenger’s jacket. ‘But if he wins?’

The slave was panting, looking up through a tangle of curls in a furious way, as though he’d like to have a second go-around, this time with his hand around someone’s throat. But he wasn’t looking at Ancel at all. He lifted that gaze and fixed it right on the Prince.
The two of them were locked together, Ancel utterly forgotten as he rose unsteadily to his feet.