Page 29 of The Broken Wolf's Redemption

“You’re lying.”

“I have no reason to lie.”

“You’ll show me that you’ve erased it after.”

“Yes.”

He left without ceremony, so certain that his instructions would be obeyed that it was nauseating.

No, that wasn’t why her stomach was churning. It wasn’t why she walked over to the desk and perched on the edge. It wasn’t why she spread her legs and slipped her panties down. It was a different kind of sickness and it was turning into a full-on disease. She couldn’t believe she was about to do what she was going to do, even if she was fully angled away from the camera. It was horrible, the thought of Rome watching. The thought that maybe, alone, he’d be running his hand down his thick shaft.

What was horrible was how she didn’t hate any of it nearly enough.

She slipped her hand between her legs and found herself disgustingly wet.

She’d basically never had anything but vanilla sex with anyone in her life. Even her marriage had been nothing like the forced proximity of Rome. Just the thought of him or even knowing he was near was explosive, corrosive, highly flammable and utterly toxic.

Seren ran her finger down her folds and brought it up to her clit. She was going to put on an act and none of it had to be real, but the tingling warmth was all too legit. She turned her face further away from that corner so Rome wouldn’t be able to see the heat in her cheeks.

What in the nine hells was wrong with her body? It had to be a wolf thing, the sway he held over her. If he was just a man, it wouldn’t be so potent. Maybe he was more than a wolf. Maybe he was able to cast spells as well. She hated that as soon as she slipped her fingers into her underwear again, she felt strange. It was like she was coming down with something. A nasty flu that left her fevered and aching. Her skin felt that way. Her muscles, her bones, the very core of her. She was an entire bundle of nerves and longing.

If she got herself off fast, she could leave. Maybe she could snatch her panties and Rome would be far enough away and he wouldn’t even be able to see her face as she made her escape.

But the image of him in that other room, taking his thick cock out, stroking along the veiny shaft, running his hand to the engorged head, leaking all over his hand, made a lump form in her throat. Her belly knotted, and between her legs, she felt horribly empty.

She thought about the dildo for a split second.

Why not? Why not give him a show he couldn’t see? Her dress would block everything and her knees would do the rest. She could slip her panties off, reach for the dildo to taunt him, put it inside herself, and come on it in under a minute. She’d be free to walk out of here, her own power reclaimed. She’d realized at Brooke’s that she’d never be able to win at this game, but she could play it to the best of her ability.

Her fingers strayed to her clit again, dancing across the hard bud, but it wasn’t enough.

If she did this for herself, then it wouldn’t have to be about him.

She reached for the box which was left close enough to taunt her. Once she had the dildo in one hand, she slid her panties off with the other. She’d never used one of these in her life. She never usually put anything inside herself. Her fingers were generally enough, giving her clit attention.

Perversely, she wanted it. She wanted that thickness filling up the ache. Let Rome see what he couldn’t have. Let him know that she would never, ever let him be inside her body. She’d never break. Not for him. Not for anyone.

She slipped the rubbery end of the dildo through her folds, soaking it fully in a single pass. Since she was on her back, her ass crack was soaked. She shivered when the round little shape of that butt plug flashed into her mind. She’d never agree to that, but as she closed her eyes and imagined it, imagined how full she’d be, a whimper worked its way out of her throat.

She had no idea about the sizing of toys, but the one in her hand wouldn’t hurt. She could take it without worrying about wrecking herself on it. It was already warm from being held against her body, and when she brought the tip to her entrance, she turned her face purposely to the camera. She didn’t close her eyes as she pushed it all the way inside of her, filling her aching hole in one thrust.

Her legs trembled and all the breath ripped out of her. She didn’t need to touch her clit. She didn’t need to fake it. Rome would know the difference, but that wasn’t her plan anyway. Somehow, he’d picked the perfect shape for her. She was full enough that it hurt just a little, until she got used to it.

She stared up at the camera while she slowly worked the toy in and out of herself. She pulled it out and pushed it back in, filling herself until the weird pink plastic balls and her fingers brushed up against her entrance.

She should have felt sated, but every time she filled herself, she craved more. The ache wasn’t banished, it grew stronger. Her eyes finally closed and her mouth parted. She couldn’t stop picturing Rome, but not in that room.

This time, in her mind, he was above her on that bed again, his hard body crushing hers. It was his cock inside her. It was him above her, potent and foul mouthed and black all over. It was his cruel touch digging into her as he cupped her breast, his teeth sinking into her nipple as he drove his cock in and out of her. It was his tongue dragging down her slit and then standing over her, feeding his cock to her slowly and brutally, until he reached the back of her throat and she gagged all over him. It was him turning her over, spreading her ass and burying his tongue there before he put his cock, wet with her saliva, and his fingers drenched in her juices, in that forbidden place.

He’d push in and she’d have to stretch around the massive size of him. He would have just split her pussy in two and she’d be aching from the force of him, and he wouldn’t care. He’d take her asshole while she screamed and begged, while she clawed at the desk he’d bent her over, while she arched against him and begged for more, more, more.

She worked the dildo hard, brutally, mindlessly, until she was so wet it was slapping against her, until she was so brutal that it hurt, until it hit the parts inside her that no one attached to a real cock could ever find.

She hit that spot again and again, losing control, slipping into the madness.

She was losing her mind too, clearly, because she kept seeing Rome. Kept imagining it was his cock working her over. His huge hands holding her down. She spread herself open, parting her legs and using her hand so that the dildo could get further inside. She’d never needed to be filled more than she needed it now. In her head, she told Rome that. He’d be mean. He’d slap her ass and tell her she’d take whatever he chose to give her and be glad for it. If that was nothing, then she’d wait, and if it was everything, then she’d stretch to accommodate every brutal inch of his dick, no matter how much it hurt, no matter what hole he picked.

She was more than disgusted by herself, but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop her hand from working that dildo inside herself, thrusting harder, her ass crack and entire pussy soaked. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about Rome behind her, a shadow who gathered up her hair in his fist and used it to turn her head back over her shoulder so she could glimpse the wicked things he was doing to her body. She imagined looking into his wild, half broken expression from the wrong angle. He’d let her know what he was going to do with a fierce, hard kiss. He’d never release her hair and it would sting along her scalp. It would be brutal. He’d slip his cock out of her pussy and nudge his cockhead against her tight asshole.

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