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He placed the other end of the horn against my clit, rapidly shifting it from side to side. My eyelids fell shut, teeth gnawing at my lower lip.

"Snowman, I need Snowman," I whimpered but was met with nothing more than a raw chuckle from behind.

"Sorry,birdie, you're stuck with me," he said as he lifted the antler, hooking me onto it and spiraling within me. I could feel every single twist and turn inside me.

Then he moved closer; his trousers hit the glass floor with a soft thud and one antler clinked against it. He tormented me with the tip of his cock, easing into me slowly as he simultaneously tugged at my backside with the antler. He thrust inside me so hard that it brought me to my knees, but his arms were around me, keeping me upright.

He pulled the antler out of me and threw it onto the steps, and with his hands spread my ass cheeks and thrust himself deeper and deeper into me. Each thrust became more intense until I fell down. He picked me up gently, guiding me before him until I found myself kneeling again.

"Open your mouth," he said as his hands gripped my hair, and I knew what was coming.

I looked at him with a fire in my eyes, parting my lips and allowing my tongue to pop out.

He leaned in, placing his cock into my waiting mouth, pushing it further in. His hands found the back of my head, gripping firmly as he drove himself deeper within me. The air escaped from my lungs, a gasping struggle for breath that seemed futile against his relentless pace. I felt my eyes blur, and my breath was gone, but he just continued, his palm delivering sharp slaps across my face while shouting, "BREATHE."

He continued to thrust inside, my throat aching from the constant pressure. In a moment, the only sounds permeating the air were my choked sobs. Then he released me, placing me back on the staircase. The chill of the stone steps seeped through my torn clothes as I sat there, clothes ripped and scattered around us.

Parting my legs once more, settling himself between them. He drew me closer and continued his pace.

I screamed again, every fiber of my being protesting in pain yet craving for more.

I was addicted.

Topain.

Tohim.

To every single version of him.

TWENTY FOUR

SNOWMAN

"Snowman,"she called."I need Snowman. Please, Snowman, come to me."

The last hour was blank; no images, no sounds, no memories. I didn't know how I ended up in this room. Bree was on the bed, her arms clutching a blanket against her bare skin. Moonlight slipped through the curtains, casting her in a pale glow. My chest tightened. My head felt like it was packed with static.

I pressed my hands against my face, trying to ground myself.

"What happened?"

When I looked at her, she pulled the blanket tighter. I reached out, instinct taking over, but she flinched. Her reaction stopped me cold.

"Don't touch me," her voice was trembling.

Her words cut deep, but I couldn't stop myself. "Bree," I said softly. "What happened?"

She stayed silent for a moment, her eyes flicking to mine, then away. Finally, she inched closer, hesitant. Her hands, shaking, found my face. The touch was so light I barely felt it.

"Thor?" she whispered, her voice fragile.

I frowned. "Yeah, it's me. Who else would it be?"

She stared at me, her lips pressed into a thin line. Then, without warning, she wrapped her arms around me. Her body trembled against mine, and I froze, unsure of what to do. Her grip tightened like she was afraid I'd disappear.

"What happened?" I murmured again, the question catching in my throat.

She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. Her lips parted, but the words seemed to stick. Finally, she said, "Did you know you have someone else? In you?"

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