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“I did,” he whispers. “Maybe I still do, a little. Enough to break you, princess.”

“I’m already broken.”

He shakes his head, fingers ghosting over my cheek as I swallow with difficulty, my neck hurting from the stretch.

“Not like this,” he says. “Once we start, nothing will stop us.”

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Harlow

My heart hammers, my neck tingling with pain, but it all pales in comparison to the deep black hole spreading its tentacles inside me. And I don’t even have to think about it. I know there’s only one answer for me.

“Do what you want. I won’t ask you to stop.”

Jack’s hand grips my jaw hard, and Silas growls, while Caden comes over, his heavy boots thudding with measured steps. In a moment, all of them surround me, Silas holding me tight, Jack and Caden looming above me. Where Jack looks dark and hungry, Caden seems excited, an open grin stretching his lips.

“Even if what I want is to make you feel good?” he asks. “Even if what I want is to get you off so much, you’ll black out, and then fuck your limp body? Even then?”

I shudder, my throat closing up as I stare at him, tears gathering in my eyes.

After everything I did to him, he still wants to give me pleasure. He’s so good, I can’t take it. But I made my choice, and I won’t back out. With a painful twist in my gut, I give up control.

“Yes,” I rasp, a tear rolling down my cheek. “Yes to everything. You can do with me what you want. I’ll take it all.”

Jack curses darkly, but Silas already rolls me off him and down to the floor. I lie belly down, and he tugs my arms back, raising them until my shouldersflare with pain, the prosthetic still holding tight. Caden’s boot lands on my nape, pressing my head to the floor like I’m an animal to be tamed.

Jack crouches in front of me, and I desperately look up to see him, my nerves jumping now that it’s happening. I can’t move my head, and I only glimpse his chin. It seems to me, he’s grinning.

“That’s the most beautiful thing you said tonight, princess,” he says while Silas hikes my dress roughly up, baring my ass. I tense, my muscles working without my conscious thought, and fuck me, but I think I’m aroused.

And yet, I dread it with every cell. Jack probably wants to fuck me to oblivion. Caden… wants to do what he said, and my cunt clenches at the thought. But Silas is the wild card. He won’t fuck me, so what…

Smack.

I squeak pathetically when his harsh hand connects with my buttock. Pain slithers across my sensitive skin there, and before I can brace myself, he hits the same spot again. And again.

I’ve never been spanked before, and the word doesn’t do it justice. Silas hits so hard, it feels like being flogged, and I writhe on the floor, my nape still under Caden’s boot.

Fuck, it hurts.

He switches to my other cheek and smacks me again, so hard my teeth click together, and I give up. I tried to hold my sobs in, but I can’t any longer. I let go, crying and whimpering, a total, pathetic mess twitching on the floor at their feet, and…

And the tears, the pain, the humiliation converge, filling my chest with cold, sharp sparks that for one beautiful, relieved moment, wipe out the oozing, black guilt.

Silas hits me again. I cry out, sobbing, and the pain travels up my spine, spreading through me, wiping away everything. For a moment, I’m clean.

And then, long fingers massage my inflamed, hurting skin, working the sting deeper into me, and the clean feeling slithers out of my grasp, the guilt flushing back into my chest and gut.

“How was that, angel?” Silas asks, his voice cool yet tinged with an electric edge. “Feeling better? You want more?”

My chest heaves as I try to calm my ragged breathing enough to answer. He strokes my skin, and for a moment, his touch slows, gliding over me with something tender or curious… My breath hitches in my throat, and I swallow roughly.

“You’re not supposed to make me feel better.”

His hand freezes on my skin, and then he delivers another slap, so hard, I yelp from the impact, fresh tears squeezed out from my eyes.

“That’s not for you to decide, little brat. Now behave, or I’ll make you come.”

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