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“Hands behind my back,” I hurry to say. “And the tie must stay bound.”

There’s another moment of panic when I look up at him and see his eyes narrowing as he looks down on me, desire so clearly written all across his face that I almost admire him for his restraint. Almost.

“Good girl,” he finally produces—before he leans forward and drives his entire length inside me.

I yell out with sheer delight, arching my back as I welcome him inside me. He’s so long and thick, stretching my channel roughly as my entire body curls around him.

And he doesn’t pause there, waiting for me to get accustomed to his massive size. Instead, he begins fucking me with carnal fervor, holding me in place with his hands buried in the flesh around my hips as he pistons at a ferocious rhythm inside me. I rock under his heavy inflictions, taking every thrust with a smile dancing on my lips.

This is what I wanted. This is what I needed.

He takes me like he owns me, like he has no intention of ever letting me go. His thrusts come with such fierceness that they almost seem desperate. Desperate to stop time, to pretend things were different than they are. I’m his prisoner and a tool for his plan of revenge, and that makes me valuable to him. But when he looks at me now, I want to believe that I’m even more than that, that he actually cares for me, that he wants to be with me…

He comes closer, his hot body hovering closely over mine as our lips meet for a kiss that’s almost innocent. It’s little more than a peck, cautious but full of yearning. His eyes are half-closed when they meet mine, his expression fogged with passion and tiny droplets of sweat pearling at his temples.

He is so unbelievably handsome.

“Cain.”

I breathe his name like a prayer, a plea for forgiveness, though I’m not the sinner among the two of us. I’m not innocent, either. I begged for him to take me. I spread myself in front of him like a bitch in heat, so hungry for his body that I gave myself to him, demure and compliant just like he wants me—because I knew the reward would be worth it.

“Come,” he breathes in between pushes, slowing down a little as he continues to bury himself deep inside me. “Come on my cock, Riley.”

I reply with a deep moan, shifting beneath his strong presence to be even closer to him. His pelvis meets my sensitive core with every shove, and when he pauses for just a moment, his rugged length stretching me to the brim as he moves in slow circles, I can feel the first gentle waves of my climax approaching. My orgasm is just as violent as his thrusts, my muscles spasming out of control and with such unyielding strength that I take him with me just a few seconds later. He groans as he comes deep inside me, with long, brute pushes that follow the same rhythm as my crests of pleasure. My eyes fly open in shock as my body wins over my mind, obeying a simple command coming from the man who ruined so much for me—yet, in moments like these, he gives me more than I ever asked for.

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