My heart sank, realizing I had forgotten to add the required amount of sugar. “Sweet as a cheerleader, and twice as creamy,” I recited her desired... formula from memory in a hushed voice. Ms. Booker fixed me with a piercing look and then retrieved a pair of sugar packets from her desk. As she made the necessary correction to her cup of java, my eyes were drawn to a familiar looking document on her desk. It was my first draft of the legal analysis of the Carson merger. The work was a tall order. Blood-red hair and intimidating red eyes graced a pretty face with a mouthful of fangs. All of which now belonged solely to the Demon Emperor ."See my demons, Dark Nymph? See how they glory in the kill, in the hunt? See how they celebrate our victory, and revel in the very fact that they are demons?" There was pride in his voice, pride in himself and his pack."They are strong, my Emperor, and very impressive..." the nymph said quietly, rubbing her backside over her new master's groin. She had. . Aur wo lambi soch mey chali jati hai tabhi vishal usey ghuma ke ek chaped fir marta hai ye sab chiz wo nangi reh kar karti hai aur wo pichli rat ko man hi man kosti haiAur jaise hi vishal dusra chaped marne lagta hai wo ussey kehti hai please meri bat suno mujhey filmo mey kam nahi karna mujhey aaaj ji bhar ke chod lo tum sab uske badd mujhey maaf kardoVishal ussey kehta hai wo to hum tujhhey chod hi denge par yaha nahi jaldi se tayar ho aaaj teri meeting hai mantri ji ke yaha tujhey aaaj. Determined not to cry out, I knelt at the foot of her bed, leant myself forward and fixed my gaze on a picture of above her bed, she put a piece of solid rubber between my teeth then lit the lamp, me desperately trying to ignore the roar of the blowlamp that was heating the brand which I knew would soon be searing my butt. Suddenly there was silence then her cool left hand raised my right cheek and instantly my skin felt the most intense pain I had ever endured. No man could have borne that.