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I’m erect and ready again.

And I’m a big enough asshole to do it.

I need to fuck this little prisoner of mine.

Kyra’s hips lift, pressing into my mouth, and I suck her hard nub, flicking my tongue as I do.

“Oh god,” she cries.

“Come,” I tell her, and do it repeatedly as her screams fill the room.

Without giving her time to recover, I rise and cover her with my large muscular frame, palming the linen beside her head. With one hand, I direct my cock to her wet and swollen entrance.

“You got your way, little prisoner.” I growl.

Her hands lift to my biceps, and I close my eyes at the feel of her gentle touch as I thrust inside her.

Motherfucker.

She’s tight.

She’s hot.

She fits like a glove.

“Jesus Christ.” I groan and open my eyes to find her sparkling blue globes staring back at me.

Fuck.

This can’t feel this good. I pull back and thrust in again harder, as if the sheer force of my body will take away how amazing this is.

Then I fucking ask, “Am I hurting you?”

“Yes,” Kyra replies, her nails digging into me.

“Do you like it?”

She clenches her pussy around my cock. “Yes.”

Fuck me.

I’m not sure if she’s just played me exceptionally well or if my entire plan just backfired on me. But I can tell you right now, this is going to happen a-fucking-gain.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

PIERCE

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Kyra is still missing, and the story has gone viral. I’m the laughingstock of the fucking entire United States of America.

There are thousands of memes showing her running like Forest Gump, living on a deserted island withMarked Safe from Marrying Pierce Sterling, and every news channel is discussing how terrible it would be to marry me.

Fuckers.

I have been invited to go on a couple of shows, but my PR manager has been instructed to decline.

“I think it’s time you get in front of this,” Terrance says from the doorway of my office.

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