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I clamp down with force and pull, growling in my throat as I do so. My brain tells me not to hurt him but I ignore that voice. I feel his hand press against the back of my head, forcing me to ease up on him. I open my mouth and look up at him. Here I am, the one gasping for a breath. His nipple piercing touching my bottom teeth.

Tyrant pulls my lower half down and holds me there. His cock buried as deep as can possibly be. My body shaking and shivering,so fucking full. The plug still inserted into my ass, throbbing around the foreign yet welcomed object.

“This is what else that happened,claimed one,” he says in a deep voice. “She was on her hands and knees, naked. She wanted to get fucked by strangers. Fucked hard. Fucked fast and aggressive. Everyone had their orders, including me.”

My entire body tenses up.

I want to ask yet I don’t want to ask.

I want to know but I can’t know.

Not unless he…

“I didn’t fuck her,” Tyrant says. “I didn’t let her suck my cock either. But I did grab her hair. With both hands. And I pumped her mouth back and forth on someone’s cock. I’m not even sure who it was. I gagged her by using someone’s cock.”

With that said, he smacks my ass with both hands and spreads my cheeks wide. He slides his body down a little, giving himself a better angle at my body. And he has his way with me. Fucking me harder and faster than he ever has before.

Fucking me senseless.

Fucking me into a sense of oblivion.

Fucking me until it hurts and tears fill my eyes… and the entire time I’m smiling, wanting more.

I’m once again facedown on the bed. Naked. Numb. Yet tingling. I can’t move and my heart is pounding inside my chest.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Tyrant is fully naked still. Even with his cock flaccid, his length and girth are toe-curling worthy.

I feel fingertips graze my lower back. I groan and lift my ass, ready for more. Tyrant grabs the butt plug and begins to pull. I’ll be honest, for a second, I forgot it was still in there. The exit is as pressure filled as the entrance of it. My body adjusts, widening as need be to allow the fat middle area to stretch and pop free. There’s even a small wet sound as it happens.

I clench, pucker, and the backs of my legs tighten. I have no clue where Tyrant puts the plug.

“I’m figuring out a list in my head, Sera,” Tyrant says. “Names of who could be after you. I’m going to handle this my way. You’re not going to like it. And I don’t give one fuck about that. I’ll find out who tried to kill you and who threatened you. I’m going to kill them.”

I know he means it. He’s given me no reason not to believe that’s what he’ll do. Things are becoming a little bit clearer aboutSinners Academy. The unspoken truths and the unspoken hierarchy of this place.

“Sleep,claimed one,” Tyrant says.

I feel his hand touch my right ass cheek. I purr. My eyes are tired, heavy, and quite honestly, I’m aching right down to my soul. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure before. Orgasms thatstrike without warning. Multiple orgasms too. And Tyrant just never seems to stop fucking me either. Tongue, fingers, cock…

I fall asleep easily. A short while later my body suddenly jumps and I’m awake. I look over my shoulder and see Tyrant sitting in a chair, next to the bed. He’s still naked. Fully naked. His cock rests up and on his left leg. His nipple piercing looking hotter and as delicious as ever. I’m tempted to ask him for permission to masturbate but I’m too weak to speak, let alone reach between my legs and touch myself.

My eyes shut again. I feel Tyrant watching me. I’m scared.

I feel safe.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

TYRANT

Death can bringa welcomed sleep when the time comes. Until then, I sit and watch Serafina Lockart sleep.

This isnotpart of the orders. She’s anew arrivaland she’s aclaimed one. My only job with her is to keep touching her. Tasting her. To keep fucking. Tie her up. Slap her ass.Slap her face. Bite at sensitive parts on her body.Nipples and clit. Tease her ass. Work her ass. Anything and everything that will leave her an empty shell of pleasure for…

Someone else.

It’s not my business to constantly picture her wedding tosomeone else. Or their life together. Yet, if I’m being fair to the situation at hand, it is part of my job to make sure she makes it to her wedding.

We’re all born with instincts. We all have the sense of havingeyes in the back of our head. All that really is? Our instincts working hard. We know we have to breathe, right? You have to inhale and exhale. You have to blink. You have to drink water, eat food. You get the feeling and you use the bathroom. There’s no difference in that and how I feel when I look at Serafina.

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