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“God.” I cry out.

When he turns me around to my back, I look up and see the Godlike man above me. There’s a hunger in his eyes. Desperation builds even after the two orgasms. Lifting my leg to his hip, he pushes inside me and pauses for a moment. He grinds against me. It’s slow and calculated. I palm his face, desperate to indulge in the moment’s intimacy.

His strokes are long and deep. Our bodies grind into each other with perfect precision. It’s only a moment before he returns to his carnal state.

Moving me like a ragdoll with effortless force. He fucks me hard switching positions. His stamina is unmatched. Orgasm after orgasm washes over me with every new position.

He keeps fucking me and switching positions. Fucking me- from the side, bouncing me off his cock as he sits on the edge of the tub, pulling me onto all fours. Every time I think I can’t take anymore, but body begs me to keep him there.

Inside me.

Fucking me.

Owning me.

I feel another quick sting to my ass before he grabs my hair and slams his cock into me. He has me back on all fours.

“Please.” I cry out as he yanks my hair in his fist.

I meet his every thrust, my body trembling from the surge of adrenaline. My pussy is greedy for another release.

“He won’t fuck you like this. You’re pussy will still beg for me while he’s inside you.” Nero growls.

My breathing is shallow as I take in all his frustration.

“You may be his future wife, but you’ll always be my whore.”

He crashes into me one last time as the final orgasm swallows me whole. My mouth opens, but my words are incoherent as our orgasms meet.

His cum fills me as my own warmth leaks from me. And just like that, the hell I’m living in ceases to exist. I’m back where I feel safe. A temporary place of refuge. A place where I knew his words were absolute.I’d always be his whore.

Chapter 29

Ariella

List of things Preston Cuevas has done to piss me off.

Showed up two hours late.

Brought his mother, who had the audacity to call Guapo a rat.

Conversating with him about anything leads to him one-upping you about his own accomplishments.

Wore a wool sweater. I don’t know why that pisses me off, but it does. Like, really, this is Houston. Only asshats and demons can tolerate a sweater in this humidity.

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