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Her soul was now mine.

“You will never run. And if you try, there is nowhere on Earth you can hide where I won’t find you. You. Are. Mine.”

Tiffany screamed like a banshee, her orgasms rocking her so hard, she sounded possessed. She got off on my words, but I did not say them lightly.

“Say you agree!”

“Please, oh my god, please,” she babbled. “I agree!”

I didn’t let up. “What else?!”

“I need your cum. I need it inside of my womb.”

“And?”

“You own me. All of me. I am yours.”

Her cries spurred me on, and I raced to the finish line, leaning forward to pinch her clit hard so she would cum with me.

When I pulled out, I admired the gape I left behind, having broken in something that was a virgin passage just yesterday. My cum rested there, and while beautiful to behold, it was such a waste.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Viktor

I helpedTiffany out of the bed. “Let’s clean you up and get you something to eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” she replied.

Right on cue, her stomach grumbled to protest her lie.

“Did you hear that sound?”

Confused, she looked around. “What?”

“It sounds like a bear who didn’t get enough food before hibernating for the winter.”

Her eyes blinked slowly. “Wait, what?”

“Your stomach.”

She still looked like she did not know what I was talking about.

“You’re hungry,milyy.Your stomach is growling.”

“No, it’s not. I would have heard my stomach growling.” She blushed. “You know it’s not polite to point out a lady’s bodily noises.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll get you some new clothes to wear. In the meantime, hop in the shower and clean up. I’ll make you breakfast after.”

I left the bathroom and went back into the bedroom. I grabbed a robe for her, then reentered the bathroom without knocking. I was stunned by the sight in front of me.

Tiffany was a wet vision, her dark skin beading water as she slowly rinsed off. I noticed she protected her hair from the water. Didn’t women love washing their hair all the time?

“You’re not going to wash your hair?”

“Not today,” she replied. “It would take forever to dry, and I just don’t want to deal with it.”

“What nationality are you?” I knew she was American, but I wanted to know more about her roots.

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