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And she belonged to me.

Mine.

Chapter 16 - Parker

My wrists ached, Lev’s belt digging into the flesh and joint as I hung there. Catching my breath was a challenge, and the deep burn that radiated from within me was intense. Despite the damage it had endured, my tired womb radiated a comforting warmth, as if it had also experienced pleasure amidst its pains.

You’re not a virgin anymore. Lev’s cock pulsed once inside me, a final twitch before he slipped free. Wow, okay, um, yeah. You actually did that.

Evidence of the way I’d let Lev claim me dripped down my thighs, and my cheeks burned like hell as embarrassment and shock rammed themselves forward in my mind. Still trapped and secured to Lev’s bed, all I could do was let it happen.

I tried to pull my wrists free of the belt, but then Lev dragged his fingers across my side, sending goosebumps rippling over my flesh as he came to stand in front of me.

“I am damn tempted to make you stay like that.” His eyes flicked past my face to my naked ass.

My eyes widened, and I shook my head as I walked my knees under me and glared at him. Even my knees were sore, and leaning back on my hips made them crack.

“Don’t you dare.”

That evil smirk darkened, and Lev cocked his head slightly. I could feel the command radiate off him without any words. I sighed.

“Please,” I blinked slowly, “let me down.”

Lev leaned forward, resting an arm against the bedpost while he reached for the belt with the other hand. “I do love when you beg, little one.”

With that, he gripped the section that was bent back and threaded through the loop, pulling it forward and dislodging it from the metal spoke. The tension went out of the belt, and I sagged against the post, my head dropping as relief washed through me.

The stretch on my shoulders had been intense, but having the pressure relieved was nearly just as painful, and I groaned low.

“Oh, fuck.” I pulled my hands out of the belt and rubbed the red skin on my wrists.

Lev’s chuckle brought my attention up, and I went right back to glaring at him. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from admiring his muscular chest and tattoos again, reading them like the pages of a book as they covered his skin.

My pussy clenched despite everything, and the lick of pain it caused wasn’t nearly enough to keep me from pooling with warmth again.

Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I was ready to watch Lev stalk off for the bathroom, leaving me alone to clean up, but he just stood there, eyeing me.

Swallowing hard, I stared between Lev and the floor, that fire in my cheeks soaring higher.

“What?”

His fingers came to my chin, lifting my face up to look at him. He ate me up with his eyes and then shifted forward, hovering his lips near my ear as he whispered to me.

“You look so good.” Lev breathed against my skin, rubbing his nose beneath my ear. “That innocence of yours ruined like the crumpled petals of a rose. I love seeing my corruption dripping from you.”

My mouth fell open as I took a shaky breath, and the blood in my veins was pure fire. My pussy clamped down on nothing again, and where Lev’s fingers touched me, where his lips caressed me, my skin tingled.

He slid back, and I nearly lost my balance as Lev stepped away from the bed and toward the bathroom. I was left in silence as he showered, unable to move or even think really. I had never been so conflicted. There was no truer way to put how I felt into words. Before I knew it, Lev was dressed and heading for the door.

“I have matters to arrange for tomorrow. Stay put,” he smirked over his shoulder at me, “princess.”

As much as I wanted to say something, to stop him from leaving and demand that we talk about this, I couldn’t. I was glued to the spot, just watching how the door closed and locked behind Lev instead of getting up, going after him, or at least saying something.

When the resounding click of the lock finished its loud echo, I cursed.

“Dammit.” With a sigh, I slid off the bed, my legs wobbly. “What the hell did you just do, Parker?”

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