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“Not… if…” Fuck, I’m panting like a dog. I try to clear my throat. “Please,” I beg because I know it’s what he’s after.

He grabs a condom and rips it open with his teeth. I watch with heightened expectation as he rolls it over his thick cock. I try to move my legs, but they’re like Jell-O. My arms ache fromthe lack of blood circulation. My wrists and ankles hurt from how tightly he’s restrained me, and yet it brings me a pleasure I’ve never tasted before.

He lines his cock up at my entrance, rubbing it against my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“For you,” I say quickly, hoping he doesn’t tease me anymore.

“You’re a quick learner.”

He slowly and painfully shoves his cock into me, stretching me.

“Oh fuck.” I moan at his size and the overstimulation of the toy buzzing in my ass. He stays there for a moment, impaled inside me, as he reaches up and grabs the headboard. He pulls, somehow managing to get deeper inside me, and I watch as the muscles in his arms flex.

He dips his head so his lips are hovering over mine. “Tell me who owns you,Mostriciattola.”

“You,” I breathe, without doubt. I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear right now as long as he makes me fucking come. “Oh my God.” He pulls out of me and then pushes back in. I don’t break eye contact as he rolls his hips back and forth. It’s a torturous pace, but not enough to immediately send me over the edge.

“You’re going to soak my cock, aren’t you, Posie so that I can have my dessert after.”

I shake my head, and he smirks. That beautiful, devilish fucking smirk that’s all sin.

He leans back slightly, and I scream, the vibration of the toy lodged in my ass growing in intensity.

“I can feel it too, Posie,” he grits as he pumps into me a little faster. “The toy is brushing against my cock through the thin layer between your ass and cunt. All of your holes belong to me.”

“Yes.” I can’t even think. “Yes, it’s all for you.”

I’m out of my fucking mind, but I’m rewarded as his thrusts pick up speed. His blue eyes are the only thing I can focus on as my body goes into overdrive. The pleasure is so painful that I think I might break apart at any moment, and yet I can’t seem to fall over the edge. But I pray for it. Beg for the release.

One of his hands slips between us, and I dip my gaze for a moment to watch him slamming into me. His finger circles my clit, and my body convulses with the stimulation.

I pull at the restraints, wanting to grab him, to cling to him for dear life. I’m exposed as he watches me come undone, drinking me in as I beg and cry, tears streaming down my face until that final climb.

His hips are slamming into me, and the shift is so sharp and sudden that I scream, my body arching off the bed as I explode into a thousand pieces. I want to hide away from the toy in my ass, the vibration too intense, as I come wave after wave after wave.

Dutton jerks into me, the circles on my clit turning into a leisurely caress as he slowly turns down the intensity of the toy in my ass to a gentle buzz.

I’m panting and coming, and all of me is a fucking beautiful, broken mess.

He chuckles as he pulls out of me and cups my pussy. He licks his fingers as he stares at me, looking more like a predator than a man.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you,Mostriciattola?” he asks, a devilish glint in his eyes. And that’s when I realize we haven’t even scratched the surface of his stamina and depravations, and I’m already spent. But being tied up, I have nothing to do but to take it.

Oh no, what’s a girl to do?

CHAPTER 29

Posie

The man is a monster.

A monster with a hunger and sex drive I didn’t think possible. When Dutton and I fuck, the most unhinged and rawest version of him comes out—tonight is the perfect example. And I’m sure I haven’t even scratched the surface of his desires.

It makes me feel inexperienced, especially when comparing myself to a man who runs an empire in the sex industry. But I remind myself there’s clearly something I have to offer him that keeps him coming back.

My head is on his chest as I lay there limply. I don’t plan on sleeping over for the night, but I need at least an hour or two so I can feel my fucking legs and arms because right now, their official status is dead weight.

He’s rubbing an ointment into my skin where the restraints cut in, leaving red, raw marks. He doesn’t seem apologetic for putting them there, and honestly, I quite like the way it stings.

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