Page 95 of Emperor of Wrath

Without warning, without asking, and without any preamble, he pushes the little toy into my ass.

FUCK.

I grunt, my legs shaking and my toes curling in the air. The butt plug sinks into me, widening to such a point that I choke on a whine before it suddenly narrows again to a flared base that rests against my ring.

It was just in my mouth. I know that it’s fairly small. But holy fuck, it feels huge back there.

“Interesting,” Kenzo murmurs.

A choked moan tumbles from my mouth. “Wh—what?”

“You’ve never had anyone here, have you.”

He’s right.

“No,” I whimper. I groan as he grabs both toys by the parts outside me, gently pushing them in and out as if fucking both my holes at the same time. My eyes roll back and my mouth goes slack. My nails dig into his firm, muscled thighs as I cling to him and moan in pleasure

“I’ll enjoy stretching this little hole some day,” Kenzo growls. “But first, on your knees.”

“Wh—what?”

He leans down, his lips near my ear.

“You’re going to get on your knees and swallow every inch of my cock like a good little whore.”

It’s like someone dumped ice water over my head and utterly doused the fire that was threatening to consume me.

You’re such a good little whore, Annika. MY little whore.

Instantly—and I do mean instantly—whatever fierce desire I had is extinguished as memories of the shame, the darkness, and the abuse surge to the forefront of my thoughts.

I lurch away from Kenzo, scrambling off his lap and yanking my panties and pants up quickly.

He frowns, and starts to speak. I beat him to it.

“I’m not a whore,” I snarl coldly. I step back from him, my arms reflexively crossing over my chest as I look away. “I’m not.”

He says nothing. Slowly, I glance back to him to see an impassive look on his face as he tilts his head and eyes me.

“I didn’t?—”

“You literally just did,” I hiss.

He studies me thoughtfully.

“We’re not done here,” he finally growls.

“Trust me, we are.”

I whirl, storming across the conference room and out the door. I march in a cold, angry haze back up to the main cabin and plop down in a seat next to Hana. She frowns, pulling out her earbuds and turning away from whatever she was watching to look at me with concern.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I mumble. “I’m?—”

Then my eyes bulge, and I have to slam a hand over my own mouth to stop from gasping aloud.

In my haste to escape the memories that were crowding forward, I’ve managed to storm back here with Kenzo’s fucking toys still inside me.

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