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He picks up his pace, slamming harder into me in a snappy way that both hits my G-spot and grates my walls. So good. Too good.

Our moans and grunts fill the room. The slapping of our skin thunders.

“Give me that orgasm, Zoe,” he demands, slinging his arms around me to find my clit and pinch it. He gives the spot a flick and my body obeys.

The heat splashes through me, obliterating in my stomach and spurting out of my pussy. I clench his cock as I start to spasm, gritting and muttering with a twitching vision that blurs everything else.

His grip around my hand tightens, and I know he is about to cum, too.

One deep shove inside of me later, and I’m splintering into the most pleasurable numbness, feeling him douse me with his cum. We hit the highest peak and then clamber down together.

Our distorted breathing circles the room, and I hear our hearts thrumming.

I wait for him to tell me to stay away from him. To give me the same order as the first time. But instead, his arms come around my waist, and he plasters me to his body.

I drop the back of my head on his chest and breathe in.

I might be tempted to call this place home.

Chapter Seventeen

VIRGILIO

Ihave fucked up. Again.

As the last load of my cum spurts inside of her, the guilt seeps, now coming to shroud me like a cape. Only this cape is fastening around my neck, and I feel like I’m short of air the longer I stay inhaling the thick scent of sex weaving around us.

I’m no hero. If anything, I’m a messenger of doom.

I did tell myself I was doing this to save her. That I bought her to save her. To give her the dreams she was never able to have. But there is no part of fucking her that makes sense aside from the fact that she feels so fucking right.

I’m beginning to question my intentions with every passing minute. Like a part of me wanted to own her this way. I know that cannot be fucking true, but my actions seem to prove me otherwise.

Ah. I fucked it up again. I fucking fucked… Shit. I hate feeling this out of control. I loathe my weakness around her.

No part of fucking her fits into my plan of saving her. But I keep fucking up and letting myself get trudged into the desire to be inside of her like some spellbound idiot.

Whenever the thought hits, I feel helpless. I feel like I could die if I don’t have her. I feel like I would lose my fucking mind. Then, I let that thought consume me, effectively making me lose my mind.

I claw my fingers and scrape down on the door frame, needing to claw at something, to punch something until I can’t feel my knuckles. The punching bag at the far end of my room would do.

I grit as I slip my cock out of her, the dig of my teeth sending a wave of pain to the back of my head.

I’m feeling it again. The feeling I get when I get thrust into an uncomfortable situation. It’s mostly a few pricks, but right now, it’s everywhere. It’s pinging and tingling—the itch on my scars. I’m feeling the stretch on my skin more than usual. Feeling the sharp sting like I’m still ablaze.

I grunt, refusing to let my mind wander to the fact that her pussy will be dripping with my cum.

She wanted me.

I try to console my raging thought, but I’m not buying that bullshit. She is a slave. Not to me, but it is what she knows herself to be. She has been trained, whipped, forced, and drugged to believe her duty is to her master.

There is no way she wouldn’t admit to wanting me. And I took fucking advantage of that. I knew this to be true, but I still took advantage of it. I took advantage of her.

I stumble back, putting some distance between us so I can fucking think, mold my fists from the gnawing regret tearing through me, and paddle to the bed. I drop down, my hands like rocks beside me, my heart stuck in my throat, my stomach a pool of lead.

She is still there, her ass open, and her dress around her waist. She is catching her breath, and I’m out of mine as I stare at her. Studying some faded marks on the back of her thighs and ass.

I’m no better than the monsters who did those to her. I would never lay a finger on her, it weighs the same as taking advantage of her.

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