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I drag the handle of the knife through her wetness once more before moving up toward her tight asshole. She tries to clench to keep me out, but I press the gun into her back to keep her still.

“I said I’m not done, Kiara.”

She swallows audibly at the finality in my tone. I know this is turning her on; she gets off on the fear just as much as I get off on instilling it in her. We were made for each other, and I’m not going to stop until I make her see it, too.

“Zyran,” she whispers, trying to push her ass back toward my crotch, but she only helps the handle to slide in a little bit.

She stiffens and groans from the intrusion, but I’m fascinated by the way her ass practically eats up the handle.

“You like it, baby?” I ask her, pressing the knife further until just the blade is sticking out.

She bites her bottom lip and nods. I don’t scold her for not using her words. Instead, I fill her pussy with the gun again and watch her nearly fall apart.

“Oh my God,” she breathes. Beads of sweat form on her forehead and drip down the back of her neck.

I snake my hand underneath her shirt and bra to toy with one of her nipples. The room is filled with her pitiful little whimpers, and all I want is to take my sadistic butt plug out of her ass and shove my cock in there.

“You’re doing so good, mama. Give me one more orgasm, and then we can go home.”

Kiara arches her back and spreads her legs more, not seeming to notice my use of the word home.

My butterfly’s sweet moans fill the room. I take my hand from her nipple and start rubbing her clit in firm circles.

Kiara practically shatters beneath me. Tears fall down her face as she chases her orgasm on the barrel of my gun. The sight of her like this makes me ache for her, to be inside her and take what I want from her.

But I’ll wait. It’s not about me right now, it’s about her.

“Zyran!” she screams as she comes.

Fuck, that sound will be my undoing.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, rubbing her clit until she can’t take anymore. “Ride my gun. Wet my fingers with your sweet release.”

My baby does exactly as I tell her, like the good girl she is. When I pull my fingers away, my hand is covered in her cum again.

I slide my weapons out of her body and pull her up gently to lean her back against the wall. She closes her eyes as she tries to catch her breath.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes fly open. I want to reward her for her obedience, but first…

Her breath hitches as she watches me lick her from my hand. Slowly. Intentionally. I want her needy for my mouth on her and desperate for my cock inside her. I want her to want me so deeply that there will never be a doubt in her mind who she belongs to.

I own her mind, body, and soul.

CHAPTER 32

KIARA

Before we left the house, Zyran gave me my phone and locket back. The latter is safely wrapped around my wrist, and I feel like I can breathe again.

Zyran carries me the entire way home. By the time we walk back through the front door, the sun has long since set.

I expect him to put me down as soon as we get in, but he keeps going up the stairs to my bathroom and sets me down on the toilet.

“Bath or shower?” he asks, with his hand poised over the faucet handle.

“Shower,” I say quietly.

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