"Oh, yeah, bullshit a bullshitter! You ever hear that saying, eh? Bullshit a bullshitter!" He coughed, and blood stained his lips.Good. Maybe all I ha... to do was keep the asshole talking for a few minutes until he bled out internally. "Ok, Vic. What do you want?" What do I want?" he yelled. "I want to be a god! And I can still be a god. You hear me?" Sure, Vic. You can still be a god."He glared at me. "Don't patronize me. You're not better than me." A pause, and then he was screaming. "You're. She yanked back from the kiss. “Maybe I should wait for the bed.”The moment they heard a syllable of hesitation in her voice, Kia and Zoë grabbed a shoulder and jabbed Marin down onto my cock. She hollered but it was all good noise. She was tough and muscled all the way up. Connie and Kia might’ve been taller than Marin. Pat and Suzi shorter than Renée. Yet, Renée had fit more of me inside her. Marin kinked in half when I collided with the second bump inside her.“Oh shit!” She huffed out. I. The Prince told me Hasna descended from a line of beautiful women bred and raised to please men. Ten generations ago, a fierce warlord began the process in a mountain enclave. Careful selection of men and women over the years enhanced the breeding process. Hasna was proof of their success.The Prince and I opted to enroll in the MBA program after we received our Petroleum Engineering degrees. The week before school was out for the summer, an amateurish assassination attempt was made on his life.. You can come in, Vivian"A girl entered the room and flicked on the light switch beside the sliding door. Hightech, or Chris, winced his eyes from the sudden brightness. After his eyes adjusted a moment after, he took a good look on his loyal assistant.Chris' lips tightened, guilt gripped his heart every time he saw those scars. They were not exactly his fault, but..."I've prepared breakfast," Vivian spoke, stopping Chris from staring, "does your leg hurt?" Yeah..." he muttered.Vivian nodded,.