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I’d even have the courage to accept the parts of me that I’d never known existed.

Until the moment a man strong enough, ruthless enough, had made me open my eyes, at last, to the dark, twisted truth.

There was far more to my needs that lay beneath the placid waters I presented to the rest of the world.

Far, far more.

And Rick Trafford was the man to plunder their depths for his own selfish, arrogant needs.

It should have been awful. Perhaps it would have been, for the person I thought I was. That image of myself was evaporating before my eyes, and in its place…

Who is this person?

The old me was gone. In that moment, I knew it, and it both saddened me… and freed me.

All I wanted was… more.

Rick’s thrusts took on an even more insistent, almost brutal cadence, his hands squeezing my hips savagely. “You’re taking all of me, Geneva. This is how it’s going to be between us.”

I groaned as he drove in the deepest yet, my cervix protesting angrily at its treatment.

“Please… please…” My voice was a lost, ragged moan. “Please, sir…!”

Over and over, he took me, until I thought I might lose my mind with pleasure, with the twisted pain that was inextricably part of how he used me so pitilessly.

With one last furious pounding of thrusts into me, he groaned, body tense against mine, hot pulses of his thick, scalding seed leaping forth deep within me. It kept coming, and coming, Rick growling at me to take it, to take all of it.

Then he sagged down over me, and I collapsed to the floor, his weight bearing me down, pinning me below him, his breathing labored. I laid there, his thick cock throbbing and twitching inside me, his seed leaking out, hot slickness spreading between my upper thighs.

He kissed the back of my head then. “You’re learning… sweet girl. You’ve… pleased me. That’s all… that matters.”

And though my pussy ached, my well-punished bottom seethed, my breasts throbbing against the scratchy carpet, I couldn’t help but smile, lying there pinned helplessly under the big man’s immovable weight.

“Th-thank you, sir.”

CHAPTER 30

Geneva

Breathing in the complex, vaguely sweet scent of the cigar smoke, thick enough to walk on in his sumptuous office, I glanced over at Chester. My uncle loved the things.

He drew on the cigar, the tip glowing a bright orange, the light caught in his dark, deep-set eyes, the crags of his brows almost monumental in their prominence.

The translucent curtains at his open office windows stirred slightly with the breeze. Chester sat stiffly in his chair, one hand laid flat on his desk while he took another puff. His chiseled features hardened, coldness seeping into his gaze as he regarded the man seated next to me.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you both to come down here to see me.” Chester’s eyes darted between Rick and me. His face was expressionless, but his jaw clenched and unclenched slowly before he continued. “You and him? How long has this been going on?”

Oh. Oh, shit.

He balled his fist atop his desk, as if struggling to contain his rage. Surprisingly, he addressed me first. “I thought I could trust you, Genie. More than anyone in the world. You said it would never happen.”

Sure, I had promised my uncle I wouldn’t get into any trouble interning for Rick. But my uncle had never specifically said I couldn’t fuck my boss.

That mattered about as much as a piss in the ocean at that moment.

My heart was already pounding, my throat tightening.

Keep it together, stupid. You knew this day would come, eventually. You can’t keep it from him forever.

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