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“Did it hurt?”

“Having a needle jammed through my nipple? It felt fucking wonderful.”

“You would say that,Ty.”

“I love it when you call meTy. Don’t ever call meTyrantagain.”

She nods. Her cheeks turn red.

“You know… you’re very curious…” I reach for her right nipple and rub my thumb over it. “What do you think?”

“What?”

“Your nipple would be even more delicious… pierced…”

She sucks in a breath. “No way. I’m terrified of needles. And you’re going to let someone see me? And touch me?”

“Fuck no. I’ll do it myself.”

Her eyes go wide.

“Don’t you trust me,claimed one?”

“Did you do yours?”

“No,” I say. “But I know how to. Would you like to pierce my other nipple before I do yours?”

“Really?”

“I’ll guide you through it,” I say.

“I would ask if you let all yourclaimed onespierce you, but you only have two nipples.”

I narrow my eyes and curl my lip.

Serafina swallows hard. “Okay. Yes.”

“That’s the correct answer, Serafina,” I say.

I climb out of the bed and find my jeans on the floor. I step into them and look back at Serafina, still fully naked on my bed. Her body lined with perfect curves, a curious smile, worry in her eyes. She trusts me to pierce her nipple. I trust her to pierce mine.

Fuck, in all reality here, I should just take the piercing I already have out and be done with it.

Can’t do that, Tyrant. No fucking way.

For that matter, I should not be piercing Serafina either. My job is to break her. Leave her as nothing but pieces. My handprint on her neck is perfectly suitable. A nipple piercing is not.

This is going too far. It’s too much. I need to stop myself before it’s too late. In my head I hear laughter.

Oh, Tyrant, it’s already too late… you’re fucked.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

SERAFINA

I’m stuckin a place between reality, fantasy, and whatever the fuck my mind is telling me is real or not. Realness is the way I feel between my legs. Throbbing. Aching. The warm, subtle gush as my body releases thick wetness. A combination of my cum mixing with Tyrant’s cum.

My neck is sore. My throat too. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Having someone hold my throat while they fuck me. Squeezing. Pushing. All my body wanted to do was freak the fuck out and panic. But I trust Tyrant. I don’t know why, but I really do trust him.