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15: Godmother
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Elara's POV “What would it take to make you stay…” I noticed Marco's muscles stiffen, every thread of his being went rigid beneath his tight white packet shirt. His hazel-brown eyes narrowed, dark with arousal, untamed desires… heavy with need. “... Master?” At the whisper of it, like a captor to his slave, he paused, eyes feasting my body as if I was naked, totally naked, and on grand display like his commercials on auctions. His firm kissable lips narrowed in a thin bow, testing to to say another word, resist him, or face my doom. ‘ELARA?!!!’My mind tried to recover the remnants of my sanity, by my screwed brain, which was filled with the dirty images of him alone, was way too fried. Gone Girl. “Anything.” This time, I whispered, sucking cool air through clenched teeth; the soothing sound turned me on and did way worse to him. “Dont. Mess. With. Me.” He gulped dryly, breathing labored at his stern warning. “Hmm,” I bit my lower lips, chewed, and ran my tongue along my lip
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Elara's POV “Your phone.” Marco tossed it to me like it were an object, and walked to the private study erected at the extreme. Still in the madness of the scary incident at the party, he returned to work. Kaid on the other hand was yet to return, the same as Lorenzo. “Can I still visit?” His muscles tensed and he looked straight ahead. I could feel his cold gaze as though his eyes were at the back of his head. Not pushing my luck, I picked up the phone before it would be taken back from rage. Collpsing in bed, I dialed Evelyn’s and Alice’s numbers. A few times, it got sent to voice-mail, other times, they didn't respond. Oh, god.I pressed my eyes shut. The fear of losing them weighed strong, causing me to blonk back tears. It just had to be the scary image of that skull served as my dinner. My stomach churned and Bile welled up in my throat. Even if they were okay, I would still hurt. Perhaps they despise me for breachijg communication, or think I abandoned them. It would h
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Elara's POV Black - the color of my broken heart. Red - that of my aching pussy. Blue - my body's bleeding demand for a release. And in all of this confusion, I was warned by the one who controlled me like a toy in some cupboard or perhaps a freaking light switch. Oh, god. I could still feel my pussy vibrating between my thighs, spitting slimy precum, needing the slightest attention. My hands twitched, desperate to defile his warning. ‘How would he know, Elara? He wouldn't the heck!......Just touch yourself already!’My mind was about to split with conflicting idea. Coming to a resolve, I adjusted in bed, settling on my elbow. Bending down to look at my body, there were visible marks of his penetration. One… two… three… seven. The last two were faint- tempting me to replace them and he wouldn't find out. Sighing lazily, I took a gentle spin, and leaned forward to pick up the hand mirror. Putting it right between my legs, I counted again. Seven and a half… eight? Argh!I sp
