She wanted to rip out throats, stab hearts, break necks, and curl up in a corner and bawl. But yet, she could do nothing. That was the joy and wonder ...f working for Amelie St. Clair, the most formidable magazine editor-in-chief this side of the Atlantic. ‘Her’ magazine reached its tendrils all across North America and beyond, if a reader was willing to pay the dues, and it was Amelie’s duty to produce a magazine of flawless caliber. The articles, book reviews, political cartoons, and further. "Roquan looked about to bristle at her, but subsided. He let his breath go through his nose. "I suppose I should commend you for remembering that." Thank you, master."He stepped towards her, lowering his goblet. "The fact of the matter remains, however, that I still wish you to tell me what I want to know."Amanda was confused. She glanced off to the side, as if expecting Sirinna to pop in and tell her what to do. "But, master... I don't understand..." Amanda, it is very simple. I am your. My stomachfluttered. This was it. Everything else had just been a distraction orat best a demonstration. I looked over to see that Alex was smiling andI quickly figured out the plan. A little wild dancing to draw attentionand then moving off the dance floor so that any interested guys couldmake their move. Rinse and repeat until a guy you like pops up."Hey, Jake and I thought you two had some great moves. Do you come hereoften?" The shorter of the two guys gave Brittany a winning smile. Hewas. He swiftly entered me and I felt all of him, thanking my lucky stars for birth control. I gasped in pleasure and he lifted me up while I locked my legs around him. Moving my body up and down, I couldn’t help but cry out, pounding me faster and faster I felt like I was going to erupt. ‘Shit, yes.’ ‘Yes, what?’ He grunted as he thrusted one last time and I unwrapped my legs. I pushed him slightly and he fell backward and I climbed on top of him. Never breaking eye contact, I positioned myself.