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My vision starts to blur with tears. It’s so intense that I can’t react properly. I hate that he’s doing this to me.

But my body loves it. My cock is rock hard, and the pleasure shoots through me. He’s taking me, forcing this onto me.

I’ve never felt this completelytakenbefore.

Raul’s eyes smolder, dark and captivating, and he murmurs, “Can you come without your cock being touched, Misha?”

I shake my head in denial. “No. I’m not coming.”

But I’m close. I tamp down on my pleasure, but tensing my muscles also means feeling his cock drag against my insides. My back aches deliciously.

This man is scum, I remind myself.

My body doesn’t seem to care.

He doesn’t warn me when he reaches the precipice — not verbally, at least, for all that I can tell from the way he tenses, the way his thrusts become stuttering instead of smooth and measured, the way he arches and pushes down against me.

Then he kisses me.

I cry out in surprise, and he uses that opportunity to thrust his tongue inside my mouth. I struggle against him, my face growing ever more heated, but this position, and this new violation, make the pleasure slam into me so hard that I’m seeing stars.

One slide of my cock against his stomach, and I come.

He grunts, and a few frantic staccato thrusts have him driving more deeply into me as my cum coats his stomach. It isn’t long before his own spills into me, marking me deeply, and I can almost forget how we ended up here.

Almost.

Raul is quiet after he finishes, staying on top of me as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes seek mine out, so strange in the way he looks almost like he’s searching for something in particular.

“Satisfied,Master?” I say sarcastically, trying to cover how disconcerted I feel.

He starts, jerking out of me so quickly that I wince. “Good slut. You remembered to call me Master,” he says, though his voice is at odds with the way he’s so quick to abandon me on the bed. “I’ll allow you to sleep in your own bed in the slave quarters tonight.”

“How generous,” I answer. My heart is pounding too hard in my chest, though. Fuck. If this had been an encounter at the club, I would have given him my number immediately.

I awkwardly sit up to relieve the pressure on my shoulders, wincing at how sore my ass and my back are.

A shower would be nice, but I’m not going to push it by asking Raul for one. I’ve already pressed my luck as much as I can for the day.

For the whole month, really.

“You don’t belong in this life,” Raul says with such certainty that I almost,almost,think he might know more about me than he should. “So why the fuck were you there? How did you end up on the auction block?”

I bite my lip and avert my gaze. “Like they said at the auction. I was supposed to be working. But when I got put on ‘security’ duty, I thought I was going to be guarding guns or money, notchildren.”

Teenagers, mostly, and I hate how even that is a relief. I’ve heard of even worse operations. My fists clench unconsciously, and I don’t bother to hide the reaction. It’s not like he doesn’t already know what I think of his family’s business.

I glare up at him. “You’re sick, you know that? I don’t regret helping those girls escape. You and your family deserve to rot in a shallow grave.”

Raul barks out a laugh. “That’s where you’ll end up if you don’t learn to keep your mouth shut real fast, slut.” He turns, ambling toward a door I assume leads to a bathroom. “Tell me more about you,” he calls over his shoulder as he crosses into the next room. “The truth, preferably, though you can feel free to entertain me with some lies. I’m especially curious to know when you started frequenting BDSM clubs.”

The truth. Do I even really know the truth anymore? It’s been months since I joined his organization, and I feel like I’ve lost little bits and pieces of myself every day that I worked for the Pierino Family.

I need to give him something, though, unless I want to be locked up and beaten indefinitely.

At least the other question is easy enough. “I was nineteen,” I say quietly. “I had this itch that wouldn’t go away. I thought if I scratched it, I’d realize just what a dumb idea it was and I’d get my head back in the game.”

But that hadn’t happened. One taste, and I’d wanted more.

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