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Chapter 1

Alana is naked in the white, e her body taut She lifts her head and whispers, “Mark I love you I’ve always loved you and only you”

“And I love you, Alana, irl”

Her legs are spread wide, held in place by a long bar of glea each ankle Her body is“I want to suffer for you, Sir,” she says in her low, husky voice “I was born to suffer for you”

“Yes,” he agrees

She drops her head again, her dark shiny hair tousled and da her supple flesh again and again, coiling it around her thigh, her breasts, the perfect globes of her ass Her cries echo in the empty room

Mark lay on the bed, his hand on his cock as he watched her on the screen Alana Hunter was laughing toward hihed He’d watched this video a dozen times or an to unbutton Alana’s blouse, Mark moaned He should be the only one to do that

Soon he would be

Soon Alana Hunter, adored byto Mark and Mark alone On the screen, Alana pouted at her faux lover, her lips like ripe fruit begging to be bitten It wouldn’t be long now, and Mark would be the only one to touch that lovely face, kiss those luscious lips, whip that perfect ass

As Mark watched Alana surrender herself to her on-screen lover in the clied like a knife through his gut He groaned as he pu in time to the movements of the lovers on the screen

When she looked at the camera—at him—there was a sultry “I dare you” quality in her expression, but Mark knew she was an innocent He’d followed her career for the past seven years with avid attention Beyond the movies, he read every interview, scoured the internet for every story, feature and hint of gossip he could find, and wrote for several online blogs that catered to Alana Hunter fans

Two years ago, he’d finallyof her lateston the sidelines of Alana Hunter’s life Seeing her in person had been themoment of his existence to that point