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“Shit!” I scream, bucking forward, then lick my lips, acutely aware of the faint ache that tingles with smokey desire, making my pussy clench, needing to ease a different type of pain. “Two.”

The next one is even harder, and I cry out again, then whimper out the number, that tingling sensation growing, turning into a hollowness. The next few are just as hard and by the time we reach ten, tears sting my eyes and I’m pressing my forehead to the mattress, breathing in and out slowly, trying to remain still, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the new,wantingpain Viper’s creating.

I stole. I broke into their rooms. They have told me what would happen.

If I listen, I’ll be rewarded.

If I listen, I get Cora.

Viper groans, gripping both my ass cheeks, rubbing the stinging flesh like he can rub the pain to a soothing dullness. I squirm under him, feeling the wetness dampening my inner thighs. Even as hard as the spanking was, I’m still thrumming, left wanting. So needy, I’m dripping wet. So desperate for him to touch that cutting ache between my legs. The idea that I’m this aroused after he spanked me so hard feels vulgar, which just adds to the fire searing in my veins.

I want to be fucked. Brutally. Be completely ravaged. Not like how we did the other night. Dirtier. Taken hard and rough. I want his fingers in my ass, his cock driving into me so hard it hurts. Not the barely noticeable twinge that mingles with pleasure, but the genuine, throbbing torment that dances on the periphery of cutting. The one that would make tears form and fear skitter up my spine.

“You did so well,” he coos right as his finger skims over my wetness. “Oh, Sweetheart,” he grates, finger dragging the evidence of my arousal up my ass crack. I tilt for him, pressing my forehead to the bed, a strangled sound escaping my lips as he rubs my wetness into my hole. My fingers curl into the bedding, resisting reaching behind me to spread my ass cheeks for him. “You’re such a dirty girl squirming, wanting me, your ass so red and fuckable.”

I nod, whimpering. I am. I’m filthy and obviously fucked in the head. And I don’t care. “Please,” I whisper. “Please fuck me. I don’t care which hole you fuck.”

“Jesus,” he hisses out. “Don’t tempt me,mo leannan. I want that ass so bad it hurts.”

“Take it,” I whisper, barely even recognizing myself. The need to be consumed, the craving to be owned, devours me from within.Give me anything.I need anything to make this hurt go away, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Even if it maims me. I just desperately need something to fill this crater inside me.

I’m feel so empty without her.

“Viper, please, fuck me.” I arch my back for him. Reaching behind me to touch his hands on my rear. “Take me.”

“Fuck,” he grates. I feel his head press into my shoulder blades as he kneads my ass harder. Viper drags his hands up my body as he stands back, cock rocking into my ass like he’s dreaming of taking it out and fucking me. “You beg so sweetly.”

I widen my stance, getting up on my elbows to look over my shoulder at him. He steps back, hands dropping to squeeze his hardness through his pants. When he takes another step back, that ache widens, ripping open my chest until my ribs feel cracked.

“You want my cock, Sweetheart?” Viper grates, that sensual purr leaving, replaced with a stoney snarl. “In your ass? In your mouth? That pretty slick pussy?”

His hands drop. My chest squeezes painfully, because I already know what he’s going to say. And it hurts. Rejection from Viper hurts.

“You don’t get my cock again until you can follow orders,” he says, walking backwards toward the door. “Show us you can do as instructed and you can have us in every tight hole.”

Chapter 11

Cora

Sunlight leaks through thelarge windows in the kitchen overlooking the brilliant blue ocean. My chest pangs with hurt, thinking of Viper’s blue eyes and the dark troubled sea that churred beyond the mansion.

Last night, sleep didn’t come easy. The familiar tendrils of dread slithered back into my core the moment they left me last night. That oily, suffocating sensation that once gripped me now coils tighter. Even though I knew Clyde was in the room across the hall, I was still scared to fall asleep. Scared that Rune would come in to question me further or worse. I wouldn’t put it past him to hold me down and fuck me in my childhood bed.

In the past, I had resigned myself to being Rune’s plaything without hope of escape. I was trapped. Used. Abused.

His.

But now I know a soft touch and hungry need that doesn’t scald me with resentment. How it feels to be touched with care and tenderness. What it feels like to be treated well. My needs taken care of and not as foreplay right before the random manI picked out for the evening rammed his dick in me and got off way too fast. I know what it feels like to be kissed, like I’m truly desired. Soft and sweet and full of promise.

Promises they better keep.

Reaper’s going to get me.

He promised.

Every time I repeat the words in my mind, a deep emptiness carves a hole in my chest, echoing the way lies tend to.

I scrub my hands over my face, the lingering anger toward Clyde gnawing at my insides. Anger toward Rune. Life. On top of it, my head hurts. My arm hurts. Actually, everything hurts this morning, my heart the worst.

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