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“Careful,” he growled, pounding into me deeper.

I noticed a man near us, his thick brows furrowed with suspicion as he watched us. My moans of pleasure must have drawn his attention.

I scrunched my face up in faux agony and let out another whimper. The man looked satisfied and returned to his own business. He was doing the same thing to his wife that Mason was doing to me. I’d noticed a lot of the men here preferred to do that even after they were married.

Mason told me the other day that it was about asserting power and dominance. He said anal sex between two consenting people like us could be wonderful, but the men here enjoyed it for other reasons. They liked how it hurt and demeaned their wives, seeing as they weren’t careful enough to do it properly, knowing the women had to submit to the pain anyway. He said they thought this made them more powerful, but in reality, there was nothing powerful about needlessly hurting a woman while knowing how much smaller and weaker she was.

I liked the way he viewed the world so much more than anything I’d ever been shown or taught at New Eden. I just wished there was a safe place out there for us to escape to. A place without all these authoritarian rules, where we could be together without the chilling fear that stalked us every day, threatening to catch up.

If only such a place existed…

Mason began to move faster behind me, his strokes harsher and more demanding. I kept surreptitiously rubbing between my legs with the hand hidden in my skirt, the other bracing my body on the floor. Mason groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair again as he fucked me harder and harder, making me cry out. I needed more from him. So much more. Needed it like water, like air, like the blood pumping through my veins.

My orgasm was building fast now. If I wasn’t careful, the floor would be covered with wetness soon. Then everyone would know my dark secret. They would know I loved everything Mason did to me. Even this.

The fear of everyone finding out wasn’t enough to stop the looming pleasure. My heart began to race, my breath hitching in my throat, and my lower lip trembled from the impending climax. Pleasure was rippling through me like lightning, and my vision was dotted with stars.

It felt so wrong.

So perverted.

So heart-stoppingly perfect.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Mason grunted from behind me. “Come for me. Scream for me.”

That was all it took. Then I was finally coming, screaming, exploding. White-hot waves of pure pleasure crashed over me again and again, stealing all control from me. Moan after moan escaped my lips, and my face was so contorted with ecstasy that everyone around us had to think I was in dreadful agony.

Mason found his own pleasure, hands digging roughly into my sides as he let out a guttural groan and slammed into me, painting my insides with his hot release. If any other man did that inside me, especially in such a deeply private place, I would’ve felt disgusted, but instead I smiled, hiding the expression from the others in the room with one shaky hand.

I wanted more from him.

My lover.

My future husband.

The one bright light in the dark, dark depths of this nightmarish place.

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