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His words are just making this hotter. Crude, nasty things I’ve seen online, I never dreamed they’d be turning me into a soaking mess.

A finger slides inside me, and I stiffen at the foreign feeling. As soon as he curls it, pumping it in and out, I’m thrown into a rush of sensation, letting out a cry. It feels so good. I grip his hair, pulling him up against me, and Mills answers my silent demand, adding another finger and sucking hard on my clit.

I arch, my body tightening as the orgasm shatters my ability to think. He groans and pulls his fingers out and starts lapping at my pussy. Mills slips his hands under my ass and lifts me so he’s got more access, his tongue lashing me while the aftershocks of my orgasm leave me wrung out and shellshocked.

“Mills?”

He groans. “Not done yet!”

My eyes open wide. What? There’s more?

“Again!” he demands and buries his face between my legs, stroking, licking, and sucking me into a second, third, and fourth orgasm.

My screams reverberate around the mansion, but I’m helpless putty in his hands. My ability to function has vanished. I am a slave to this god who has his damn mouth on my cunt, delivering me into nirvana.

I come back from the latest orgasm and blearily peer at him. He stands up and pulls his cock out. I blink and watch intensely as he grips it by the base and starts stroking it. I don’t know what I expected, ’ never looked that attractive, but Mills’ cock looks delicious. My mouth waters, and I wonder if he’ll let me touch it.

His eyes are darker, more intent now. He doesn’t look like the Mills I know.

“Gonna mark you as mine,” he growls. “Keep those legs wide open, Lia.”

I instantly obey his growl, staring up at him, wondering why this is so fucking hot and why my body is demanding another orgasm.

He strokes faster, the tendons in his neck standing out. I watch as he pulls his dick down, aiming it right at me.

“Mills!” I don’t know why I’m calling him, only that it feels right.

He hisses and stiffens, stroking harder.

“Oh, fuck!”

Cum spurts out of him, splashing against my pussy. The hot spray is shocking, the act is shocking.

I love it.

I let out a cry and watch his cum paint me. Mills snarls and picks me up, sitting down on the window seat with me straddling him. He grabs my hips and drags me down whilehe presses up against me, rubbing the head of his dick up through our combined arousal, rubbing us together. He grips my hips and helps me ride the hard ridge of his cock.

“I’m not fucking you,” Mills growls. “Not today.”

I don’t even care what he’s saying. I rock against him, riding his softening cock until another even stronger orgasm hits me. Mills holds me close and growls in my ear.

“You tempt me to break all the rules, Lia.”

I pant, breathing heavily into his shoulder. “Mills,” I have no words. I don’t even know what to say.

“Yeah, me, too,” Mills says and just shifts my weight so we’re sitting more comfortably. I look over his shoulder, and I see the Mirakill Mansion.

And I wonder why my dreams have suddenly come true.

Chapter twenty

Ranger

I know every cornerof the Raines mansion now except those hidden areas, and that’s what I seek now. Zaden asked me to go in and do my thing, and I see what he’s missed. That’s the way we are. Back to back, fighting together. My weakness is his strength and vice versa. Every strangely perfect stone of this place scratches at a spot inside of me, teasing this unpleasant wrongness. It’s eerie, like a museum dedicated to the dying embers of the Raines Pop Princesses.

On the ground floor, there are four rooms dedicated to records, musical instruments, and posters. Lia’s rooms are up the other end of the house on the second floor.

Rooms that are out of the way.

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