Page 33 of Absolution

“Don’t stop,” I scream out.

“I won’t stop until your neighbors hear you screaming my name and know who you belong to, Siren.”

Ratchet lifts my ass from the bed, bringing me closer to him.

“Oh, God,” I exclaim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“I’m not God,” he huffs. “Say it, Ricca. Tell the world who this pretty little pussy belongs too.”

“I belong to you,” I force out.

“And who am I?” he questions as he increases his speed. “Say my name, Siren. Who do you belong to?”

“Ratchet!” I scream as my orgasm crests over the edge. “I belong to Ratchet!”

He only grunts in response. His balls begin to clench against me, alerting me that he is getting close. My own orgasm begins to burst free, and he follows quickly behind, a few thrusts after me. His hips buck forward as he spills himself inside of me. My body goes limp as I gasp for air.

We both stay silent as the adrenaline rush of our orgasms fade to exhaustion. Ratchet slips out of me, and slides off the bed. Shifting to my side, I grab one of the pillows and press it against my front. I watch as his tight ass leaves the room, and pads down the hallway. His footsteps come back, and I laugh into my pillow.

“The door is on the left,” I call out to him, knowing he’s searching for the bathroom. This place may be tiny, but its design isn’t exactly obvious, when it comes to what door goes to what room. A few minutes later, I hear the flush of the toilet, and he reappears in the room. The bed dips from his weight, when he settles in behind me. His arm slides across my midsection, and pulls be closer to him. I nestle against his warm body and enjoy the quiet moment we are sharing.

“Shit, what time is it?” I swear, looking for the clock. “I have a shift tonight at Willie’s.”

“No, you don’t,” Ratchet mutters against my back. “I told him that you needed the night off, and before you start another argument, it wasn’t because I expected this to happen. You needed a break, and I wanted you to have it.”

“Bastard,” I laugh.

“Yeah, but I’m your bastard.”

My eyes become heavy as I drift off to sleep, but resting only lasts a short while, before Ratchet wakes me up for round two and three, before we finally pass out for the night.

The devil may own my heart, but after tonight, I think I might own his in return.

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