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At least, that’s what Itryto say, but my throat is spasming, and I’m not sure he heard me.

But it doesn’t matter anyway, because he grips my hips with both hands and buries himself inside me as he comes. As he holds me in place, I will my arm to move. My hand slithers beneath the weight of two bodies, rushing straight to that buzzing demon clutched between my swelling pussy lips. I toss it away before I have to endure another second of pleasure paralysis.

“What the fuck was that?” I croak out. “Seriously. What. The fuck. Was that?”

Bennett rolls onto his side and smiles at me. The small scar in his eyebrow has never looked so sexy, his smirk so sensual. Those feel-good hormones rush through me at a feverish pace, and I have to stop myself from telling him I love him and that I never want to be without him again.

God, he is so handsome.

He reaches up and holds my face in his hands. Only then do I realize he’s no longer holding the massive drumstick in place.

The butthole pucker is immediate.

He makes the same realization and sits up. His hand goes for the bone, and I breathe a sigh of relief when he grabs hold of it.

“Now just relax and I’ll ease it out of you,” he says.

I hold up a hand, then reach behind me. “I’ll take it from here. I have more experience with pulling things out of my ass than you do.”

Needing no more encouragement, he flops back on the bed as I shuffle to the bathroom.

My feet slap on the cold tiles, and I spare one more look at Bennett before I close the door. Then I squat and try to relax. If I’m being honest, I’m a little nervous to just grab it and start yanking. The meat will come out in one piece, thanks to the condom, so I’m not worried about leaving anything behind. I’m more worried about pulling something outside that should stay inside.

Panic hasn’t set in yet, but that anxiety-ridden bitch lingers in my peripherals.

“No need to stress,” I whisper to myself. “It’s just a turkey leg. In your butt. This could be so much worse.”

Could it? Could it be worse? Because I’ve gathered the courage to give it a little tug, and that son of a bitch is firmly lodged.

I lie on my back as sweat begins to slick my forehead. This is worse than the time I went shopping with Kindra and got stuck in a cocktail dress. I had to rip the dress to make my escape, but I will be goddamned if I rip anything today.

Relaxing every muscle below my pubic area, I reach between my legs again. To my absolute horror, there’s even less bone sticking out now. I can hardly get my fucking fingers around it!

I start to cry. I can’t help it.

“Never use anything that doesn’t have a flared fuckingbase.” I moan into my arm as I drape it over my face and wish for death.

Seeing no other option, I do the only thing I can. I keep gripping that last remnant of hope sticking out of my butt, all while scooting closer to the door. When I’m near enough, I stick my lips to the small crack and open my mouth.

“Bennett, tell Kindra we need the car. I have to go to the ER.”

Chapter Forty

Bennett

When I enter Cat’s room with help in tow, she looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. After she slams the bathroom door, of course. She’s still in the bathroom in her very vulnerable state.

“Were the instructions that fucking difficult?” she screams through the door. “I said Kindra, not Grim and Rosie!”

“Hey, keep it down unless you want the entire mansion to come in here.” I look back at the elderly couple and mouth,Sorry, then turn back to the closed bathroom door. “Rosie was a medic for a bit in some war or something, so I figured she could help you out.”

“I guess it beats heading to the fucking hospital.” Cat groans.

Rose tries to step around me, and I let her pass, but I step in front of Grim when he tries to follow her.

I place a light hand on the old man’s frail shoulder. “Hang on. There’s no fucking way you’re looking at her asshole. You have to stay out here.”

“I have no desire to look at such things,” he says with a disgusted scowl. “Rose needs a voice, however, so if I cannot go, she cannot go.”

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