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I start thrusting again, pushing her legs back farther to an even more uncomfortable position for her. I’m as deep into her as I can possibly get, and I lean down until our lips are almost touching.

“Beg for my cum,” I whisper to her.

She leans up just a little, and for a split second, I think she’s going to kiss me.

Instead, her teeth catch my bottom lip, and she bites down hard enough to draw blood.

I snarl and let go of one leg to grip her throat instead, backing away. I choke her for only a second, relishing how wide her eyes go and the way her cunt clenches so completely around me. I’m so close to release, I can almost taste it.

I let go of her throat with a laugh. “Ah-May, you’re going to keep me entertained, aren’t you?”

May jerks her head back so hard that she hits it on the headboard of the bed. “Fuck you,” she snarls, fear and desperation and arousal all mingling together as she tightens around me again and again.

As much as I want to prolong this, I’m only human. A few more thrusts have me spilling into her, and I refuse to let her pretend she didn’t want this too. I reach down for her clit and rub at it furiously.

“Did you feel that, Ah-May?” I ask her. “Did you feel my hot cum splashing inside you, marking you?”

She shudders and shakes her head, her protests turning nonsensical as she gets closer and closer to her own orgasm.

Still inside of her, I can feel the way her body clutches me like a vise, milking out the last of my cum as deep as it can go. She tries to hold back her noises, shaking her head from side to side. Her wordless, meaningless protests only make me chuckle as I start to pull back.

“You came,” I say, lowering her leg. My cock slips out of her, and some of my cum dribbles out. “You loved it.”

“I didn’t,” she whimpers, but we both know she’s lying.

Well. Maybe her mind didn’t enjoy it, but her body certainly did.

“Get away from me.” Tears well up in her eyes at long last, big droplets that splash down her cheeks.

I get off the bed and reach for a tissue to wipe my cock. A better man would be concerned by her tears, but I admit, she looks good with them.

“I’ll check in on your father tomorrow,” I say by way of reward. “And pick one thing you want to entertain yourself down here.” I chuckle softly. “One reasonable thing. I won’t give you a set of knives to carve me up with.”

Her tear-streaked face is bleak, but she gathers herself after a moment. “I want a sewing machine. If you aren’t too afraid I’ll stab you to death with needles.”

“A sewing machine?” I repeat, a little dubiously. I tuck away my cock, for all that I really just want to strip down and go to bed. “I’m not afraid of needles, but won’t you need other things to go with it? Thread, fabric, patterns?”

Her lips curve into a bitter little smile. “You’re going to make me earn everything, remember? I have to start somewhere. I might as well start off big.”

I go to the bed and untie May’s hands from the bed. I sling the tie around my neck, but I don’t bother to re-tie it. “All right.” I smile down at her. “Give me a kiss, and I might throw in some thread.”

“Don’t think this makes me hate you any less,” she says dourly. She leans up, brushing the smallest of kisses against my lips. It makes my bottom lip throb from where she’d bitten it earlier, but at least she doesn’t try the same trick twice.

I pat her on the head and, reluctantly, step away.

I’ve already come, but I want to spend more time with her.

Later. She isn’t ready for that yet.

I wave as I head to the door. “See you later,” I say in Chinese.

She pauses, already on her way to the bathroom. “Thanks for the warning,” she snarks, her voice a little shaky—but the May I know and love is still in there.

CHAPTER 7

May

I get to sit alone and bored in the room for a long time. He did bring food, but I don’t know if it’s meant to be dinner or breakfast. The only window, well out of reach, is covered with blackout blinds. I have no way of telling time here.

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