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My throat tightens, and I gulp down nervously. I should be terrified at what he is saying, terrified that he can see me so clearly.

But I’m not.

Because he’s right.

Something has become crystal clear to me.

I want to be his weakness. I want him to look after me, choke me, fuck me, and treat me like his whore, and his princess because it makes me feel alive.

He has become my addiction.

And I am just too stubborn to say the words.

Yesterday went wrong, today was a mess. Grandad isn’t safe, but he’s safer with me being with Luca, he’s safer with me being part of this world.

This is my choice. A choice that I make easily.

Luca smiles at me, and it’s like looking into the face of the devil.

“You finally understand, don’t you, sunshine?” he asks, leaning in and taking a breath of my neck. His mouth runs up and ends on my pulse, sucking and licking as my heart beats wildly. He pulls back and meets my eyes. “Beautiful.” Leaningforward he pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks. “And all fucking mine.”

He spins me round so that I’m facing the mirror my back against his front for support.

His hand reaches round to my front and undoes my white shirt and pulls it off, exposing my bra, my nipples hardening under the cotton material as the coldness and his touch ignites me. He kisses my neck and watches my reaction in the mirror, my head lolling back on his shoulder as he peppers me with kisses, causing the butterflies I love to hate explode in my stomach, my thighs tightening as wetness creeps between my legs.

This is the effect he has on me. The atmosphere between us sizzles, but this isn’t about him dominating me, this is about him caring for me. This is him regaining my trust. Surrounding me in a blanket of compassion in my moment of need.

His hands run the length of my arms, and he pulls my shirt off and it falls to the floor. He drops one palm to my stomach as the other undoes my jeans and pushes them off.

Closing my eyes on a sigh he reaches into my underwear.

“Eyes,” he commands, and I open them. His dark lust-filled gaze tells me I’m his world, the length of him growing against my arse. “Look at yourself, Layla. See how beautiful you are. Watch yourself as you come for me, I want you to see what I see. You’re tense,” he says as he pushes two fingers inside me, causing my hips to thrash. His hand holds me firmly in place, “Relax, baby.” I rest my head against his strong chest, his fingers moving deliciously in and out.

It’s erotic, and downright sexy.

He removes his fingers and pulls my underwear down then delves back in. I’m building and building, my breathy moans filling the expanse of the bathroom.

My hips buck against his hand as I shamelessly rub against his palm, desperate for more pressure as he cups the bundle of nerves, his fingers continuing their torturous movements, in and out.

In and out.

“Come, baby, and look how stunning you are.”

My orgasm crashes down on me like a wave, my body exploding with pleasure, my eyes clenching shut as I moan his name and sag forward, my legs unable to hold my weight.

But he’s there to catch me.

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I spin her round,my lips crashing onto hers as she heaves in breaths from her orgasm. My tongue in her mouth, my lips firm, I slow the beast inside me. I want her to feel me, feel the promise in my words.

She moans in my mouth and wraps her arms around my neck as she lets me devour her. “I want you in me.” She demands brazenly, I groan my response, my dick—already pulsing—gets even harder.

Fuck me.

“Get naked and wait for me on the bed.” I kiss her once more, turn her around, and slap her voluptuous arse as she follows my orders.

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