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“Dolly,” he sounds strained, but when his eyes meet mine, I see the hunger. He’s just as pained, needs my touch just as much.

I frame his face with my hands and lock our gazes as he lowers me onto his hard length. My body stretches around him, taking every bit of him. I let out a harsh breath and push my head back. The burn is delightful. It dances through my body while he adjusts his grip on me.

“Not soft,” I say, pressing my foot against the edge of the tub. I push my hips at him, and he withdraws. “Not soft,” I say again, rewarded with a forceful thrust. I cry out at the freedom the pleasure bursts from me. “Don’t stop,” I order when he pauses. “Don’t stop.”

“Remember you said that.” He gives me a challenging grin, and I wrap my arms around his neck, gladly taking everything he can give me. I want it all—all of him.

“Yes. Yes!” My clit grinds against the rough curls above his cock. The friction drags me closer to the edge, exactly where I want to be. I need to fly.

The tiles rub against my back as he pumps into me. His fingertips dig into my ass, and the bite of his nails keeps me from flying off into my head.

“Oh god. Oh god,” I chant, tightening my hold around his neck.

“Dolly. Oh, fuck, Dolly.” He bites my chin, then my neck.

“Right there. Harder, harder, harder.” I place my foot on the edge of the tub for leverage and begin to buck against him. Water splashes over us, running into my eyes and between our lips as we find each other.

He slams into me, and my insides shake, erupting the fragile bubble building in my belly. I scream with the waves, over and over, crying out as my body unravels.

“Such a good girl, my good girl,” he says softly, releasing one cheek to fist my hair again. He drags my face to him and covers my mouth with his. My whimpers fade away as he pumps harder and harder until he finds his release. His fingers pull my hair, and I swallow his cry as he takes his own flight over the cliff.

Moments pass as we hold each other, our breath mingling. The water is tepid now.

“Are you okay—?” I shush his question with my hand over his mouth and level him my best glare.

“I’m in your arms. How can I be anything else?”

He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand down, revealing his soft smile.

In silence, he puts me back on both feet and takes the soap from the tray. Lathering his hands, he washes my back, my breasts, my ass tenderly. Once he’s finished with my hair, he lets me wash him.

“I don’t think we can stay here,” I whisper as I dry my hair. He tucks the loose end of the towel around his waist.

“We need to find our things. Get clothes, cash…information.”

“What information?”

“Queenhearts is responsible for tonight, and Dragonmate is responsible for your last special request. And how many others have bid to see you harmed?” He cups my chin in his hand. “They will pay. Every one.”

“Yes. Every one,” I repeat.

All the hopelessness drowning me since coming here washes away. They won’t get away with what they’ve done.

Fourteen

KENDOLL

The second bedroom we enter has everything I’m looking for. Piles of clothes are folded on the bed. A few dresses, sweaters, leggings, underwear… How many dolly’s have they held here?

I find the jeans and t-shirt I was wearing when they brought me in. Why keep the clothes?

“Dolly?”

She’s standing at the end of the bed holding a pair of black leggings and a red sweater. “I think these are mine,” she whispers. I’m at her side in two steps. She runs her fingers over the knit sweater, petting it. “It was my birthday dinner.”

She still hasn’t told me how she ended up here. “When they took you?” I keep my voice soft. If I push too hard, too fast, she’ll hide.

“I was meeting my parents.”

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