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He grinds into my ass, moaning in his sleep, and it sets my body on fire.

Well, there’s no going back to sleep now.

This is where my dilemma lies.

I know I need to escape, but how can I when he makes me feel like this? When his touch makes me feel like I’m so fucking alive, even though I’m on the brink of death.

“Grace,” he whispers, nibbling the shell of my earlobe.

“Mm,” I answer, realizing I’ve grabbed onto his ass and pressed further into his rock-hard dick.

“I’m going to unbind your strings, darling girl. But if you run…”

“I’m not going to run,” I admit, and once I realize it’s the god’s honest truth, my eyes fly wide as he takes my strings off my tethers.

I’m not going to run.

Chapter 11

Iunhook the strings off her back, and the newfound access to the back of her neck has me sliding her hair off her shoulder to sink my teeth into her perfect skin. Her scent, even with my soap permeating it, is mouthwatering.

My hand slides beneath her panties, fingers prying her lips apart and finding her wet for me.

“Always ready for your master,” I tease, slipping them over her clit in rough circles.

She whimpers, lifting one leg to give me more room to open her. To savor her.

“It’s Christmas, my perfect puppet.”

My words have her going rigid against my hand, but I use her spread thighs to slide two fingers inside her and hook them upward, causing her to wiggle and moan.

“It’s Christmas, my puppet, and I don’t want to kill you.”

“You don’t?” she breathes, riding my hand like the perfect little whore that she is.

“No. I don’t. I want to lick your cunt until you’re shaking on my tongue, and then I want to sink my cock deep inside it and fuck you until you scream Christmas carols for me. I don’t want to slit your throat. I want to kiss you, tangle my tongue with yours, and swallow those perfect little whimpers you make.”

She whimpers right on cue at my words and my fingers’ increased pace. I bite her shoulder.

“Those whimpers, right there. I want to fucking bottle them so I can listen to them all day long.”

She leans back into my body, opening to me like a flower embracing the sun.

“Please, Cain. Don’t fuck with me, do it.”

I pull my fingers out and drag them across her lips. Her tongue darts out and tastes herself on them before I move over her as she adjusts onto her back.

She slips out of her panties, opening her legs to me and lifting her pretty little cunt to my mouth as I dive into it, lapping at her like she’s the last woman on earth.

It’s never been like this before, and even though I hate to admit to her that I don’t want her dead, I need her to know.

I need her to realize we have to figure this out. What the fuck am I going to do with her?

“Fuck me, Cain. Master, please, fuck me,” she reaches for me, fisting my hair and yanking my face off herpussy. I’m glistening in her arousal as I climb up her body and take her mouth with a bruising kiss.

She never once bristles at her flavor on my tongue, only deepens the kiss, shimmies against me, and moans when I flick my tongue against hers.

My cock tips inside her with the help of my hand, and she ripples around me in a symphony of muscle convulsions.

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