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The Rejected Pearl Burning Desire
CeliaAlexander backed me up against the wall of his office. He fisted my hair, forcing me not only to remain in place but also to look into his eyes. He held my gaze, his green eyes flicking back and forth between mine. His eyes were nothing but pools of darkness, a man who had no soul or emotions of any kind.“No one disobeys me and that law you have violated.”“Let me go,” I clawed at his hands to break free from his hold, but it was useless. His grip was too tight on my hair and my face was starting to turn red. “You are hurting me. Please let me go.”“That’s not going to happen. You need to be punished. If you continue to misbehave, I assure you that your discipline will become that harsh.”He brushed his lips across my neck and a disgusting feeling of arousal pooled in every cell. My hardened nipples pressed against the soft material of my dress, my panties instantly damp from filthy visions of what he was going to do to me. How could I still be aroused by this beast of a man,
The Rejected Pearl The Deal
Slave?Why would she even say that?My Dick pulsed at the thought of keeping her cuffed to my bed, my face buried between her thighs, shoving my tongue inside her berry sweetness until she begs me to fuck her rough and dirty.She had a loud mouth and all I could think of was fucking her into submission and I will soon.I couldn’t stop thinking about Celia and the event that transpired between us in my office earlier.I was hard for her all the goddamn time, like right now, while I was in a meeting. Instead of concentrating, I was thinking about how hard my spanking her luscious ass made her come. How she whimpered and spasm on my desk every time my hand landed on her ass. I fucking loved it.The man I had come to see in the most luxurious restaurant in the city held the key to my solution.As I stirred my wine glass with deliberate precision, I made sure my piercing gaze didn’t give away my true thoughts.Hugo was no less imposing, with a commanding presence that hints at his ruthless
The Rejected Pearl A Walk of Shame
CeliaI had never imagined a more degrading and soul-crushing existence than the one I was trapped in. I was back at the club with the lustful eyes of men piercing through my soul.The sultry music began to play, its seductive rhythm echoing in the dimly lit room. With each graceful movement, I tried to convey sensuality, but deep inside, there was a burning defiance, I was determined not to let this performance fully consume me, even as I played the part I had been coerced into.Amid the swirling music, my eyes met Alexander’s, who sat in the shadows, an enigmatic figure amid revelry. His gaze, cold and unyielding, locked onto me with an intensity that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if he were dissecting my every move, the power he held over my life.As I danced, the audience responded with fervor. Men showered me with money, their banknotes fluttering down like a perverse rain of validation for my performance. The dollar bills, symbols of both desire and degradatio
The Rejected Pearl Out Of Control
AlexanderThe memory of that humiliation, the image of her distress, stoked the fires of my anger to an inferno. I was resolved, unwavering in my determination to make the offender pay the most grievous of prices for his insolence.I could still remember his face clearly. The one who had ripped off her clothes and had violated her most disgustingly.I could still picture how they spread her open on stage, her puffy wet pussy glistening to the full glare of everyone as they fisted into it like wild animals.The rage I felt was a calculated, cold anger – the kind that allowed me to remain composed in the face of chaos. It was the anger of a man who had seen and endured much, who had become a kingpin in a world where ruthlessness was a currency power.If I hadn’t bottled my anger, the stage would have been painted with their blood.My jaw was clenched in a vice, each muscle in my body drawn taut with anticipation. I sat on a leather couch with my legs crossed, as I waited in a dark room b
The Rejected Pearl Twist of The Event
AlexanderOctavia dragged the bruised and battered form of the man out of the space, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor, the weight of my actions hung heavily in the air.I couldn’t care less if the man was dead. I got justice for my baby girl, and I was deeply satisfied. As I continued wiping his dirty blood off my hands, Dante approached me. “Boss, I think you need to see this.” He said, handing me a wallet. “I believe it belongs to the man.”I took the wallet from Dante, my eyes narrowing as I examined the ID within. My heart sank as I read the name and affiliation. “David Sidorov?” I knew he looked familiar. Those chubby cheeks and potbelly, his Russian accent, they all reminded me of one man… Albert Sidorov. The man I had just murdered is the son of a fucking Russian Mafia. My voice filled with apprehension, “This man is the son of Albert Sidorov” I said, turning to face Dante. “The same man I’m meeting tomorrow to negotiate a business with.”I realized that I’d cross
The Rejected Pearl Irresistible
Celia I sat in the luxurious living room, the plush cushions of the grand sofa cradling my weary body. The events of the night at the club still haunted me, and I sought solace in the steaming cup of coffee I held in my trembling hands. The scent of the rich brew filled the air, a comforting contrast to the turmoil within me.As I took a sip, the bitterness of the coffee seemed to mirror the bitterness of my thoughts. The memory of what had transpired on that stage, the humiliation I had endured, was etched into my mind like a scar.Something was going on for sure. Something no one was willing to tell me, like why Alexander was keeping me close and why he’d let me get away with my tantrums. Why does he pay so much attention to me, unlike the other girls who work at the club? Alexander had abandoned me in his club, and though he tried to make amends, my words about needing to be alone might have struck a chord in him. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible because it was n
The Rejected Pearl Mine
Celia“Alexander…” I murmured, making him pause. He probably thought I was going to push him away or end it as I always do, but instead, I looked up at him with everything I wanted written clearly on my face and said, “Don’t stop.”He grinned softly, “I don’t intend to.” Effortlessly lifting me, he placed me on the countertop, spreading my legs open. Grabbing the light fabric of my dress, he tore it down like a wild and hungry tiger ready to devour its prey. He stepped back to look at me, taking in his ultimate undoing. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat at the words. He buried his face into my wetness, immediately thrusting his tongue past my swollen folds. Gasping, I clawed at his hands. “Delicious,” he murmured, sliding a single finger in beside his tongue. He sucked on my clit while furiously fucking me with his finger. Adding a second and third finger, his actions became pure ecstasy.I gripped my legs, opening them as far
The Rejected Pearl Secrets
AlexanderCelia was on to something deeper. She was groomed for something way more than she could understand. Her true identity wasn’t known to her yet and it was better that way. She was already broken, learning that the man whom she called father her entire life was a fraud, would shatter her, and I was ready to shield her from the truth for as long as possible. I sat in my study, the faint glow of antique lamps casting an eerie shadow across the room. I was lost in thought, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of the whiskey glass on my mahogany desk. The weight of what was about to happen weighed heavy on my shoulders. I was waiting for Rufus, I already told the man over the phone that I wasn’t ready for any form of meeting with him, but I knew he, his imposing self would be here any moment. The door swung open, and Rufus entered, his presence imposing even in the imposing room. We had a complicated history, marred by business disagreements, personal vendettas, and famil
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