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Anger gripped my throat. Why was he doing this to me? Why couldn’t he let me feel good?

“Please.” I pleaded as my tears broke free. “Please, Reid. I need you.”

There was something sickly twisted about begging for the person who was torturing you. Something that poked at the wounds inside. The ones only they seemed to be able to heal.

My body ached. Lust crackled around us as his tongue ran along my cheeks, licking the tears away. “So sweet. I love hearing you beg, but no. You don’t come until I tell you to.”

A pathetic snarl ripped from my chest. I tried to push back against him, but he pressed his weight into me. I was surrounded by his heat. By his scent. His strength.

My stomach clenched as I remembered being in similar positions. Begging for a different reason. My lungs constricted. My breath stuttered with each strangled inhale.

Red.

The word floated through my mind. Even just thinking it was enough for the pain to lessen. For the panic to recede. Then there was Reid’s commanding voice.

“You’re doing so good.” I could hear the appreciation in his words. He slipped a finger into my pussy as he spoke. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

Then he was gone. His hands left me. His weight disappeared. I shifted my head, planning to scream at him, but he’d positioned himself in my view.

My pulse jumped as I watched him pull off his suit. His fingers moved deftly along the buttons of his shirt before it joined the jacket on the floor. His abs flexed as he reached for his pants.

My mouth went dry as I took him in. For a moment, I forgot about the urge to come. I was mesmerized by the trail of dark hair leading to his cock. He was thick and hard, ready for me like I was for him.

“See something you want?” My gaze flicked back to his face. He raised a single cocky brow. All I could do was nod as he fisted himself. A drop of precum slid down the head as he pumped his length while staring at me. It was intoxicating, knowing I was the one who made him this way. It was me he craved. “Say it, pretty girl.”

“I want you.” I said without hesitation.

His hips flexed at my words, fucking his hand as his eyes stayed locked on me. “You’re going to be so goddamn tight with that in your ass and me in your pussy.”

My core clenched. I needed that, him, desperately. “Reid, please. I need you. Fuck me.”

He smirked as he closed the distance between us. His warmth was at my back again. His thick cock pressed into me. I tried to spread my legs, but the leather dug into my skin as it held me in place.

“Such a needy slut.” He slammed into my core at the last word.

I screamed at the harsh intrusion. My eyes bulged. My nails clawed at the blankets. It was too much. Too tight. I felt like I couldn’t even breathe with him inside me.

“Come.” His command was all it took to have me exploding.

Or maybe it had started when he’d impaled me on his cock. All I knew was the euphoria overtaking me. It darkened my vision. Fatigued my muscles until they shook as I maintained my position. It stole my breath.

“Fuck.” Reid cursed as his fingers dug into my hips. He held himself still as if he was savoring the feel of my inner walls clenching and releasing around him.

I’d never come so hard in my life. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think past him. I was drowning in the feeling I loved. The feeling of being controlled. Owned.

I never wanted to let it go.

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Reid

Holy shit. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even breathe. Violet was so tight. It had been years, longer than I could remember, since I’d fucked someone. But it had never been like this. This good. This perfect.

Nothing else existed when I was inside her. I’d lost control. That never happened. No one had ever been more important than being in control. But she was.

Her safety. Her comfort. Her pleasure. Her happiness.

A string of curses ripped from my chest as I started to move. I felt each tremor of her inner walls as I dragged my cock along them. The butt plug rubbed against my length, adding to the sensations and pressure.

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