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When I'm finished, I pull out, go to the side of the bed, and force my cock into her mouth.

"Taste us, Toy," I growl as she takes me in deep. "Taste how bloody good we are together."

She gags but doesn’t fight it.

Takes it again, and again.

She sucks and licks while I fuck her mouth.

It’s as if I’m a teenager again.

I still have more to give as I force myself down her throat.

And she takes it, like the perfect toy she is, until I’m satisfied and drippingdown her chin.

"You see?" I ask, wiping myself on the wrecked sheets before tucking myself away. "So perfect."

Her eyes are glazed over with lust and liquor and something else that looks like surrender.

My broken beauty.

My perfect toy.

"Go to sleep. I'll come back soon."

CHAPTER NINE

Mia

My heart pounds in my chest, a frantic rhythm that matches the rhythm of my boots against the rain-slicked pavement.

The night air is thick with the scent of gasoline and wet asphalt, clinging to my skin like a suffocating shroud.

I can't breathe.

I can't think.

All I know is that I have to run.

The streets of London blur around me, a kaleidoscope of neon signs and shadowy alleyways.

My lungs burn with each gasping breath,but I can't stop.

The image of her—body crumpled and broken on the road, is seared into my mind.

The sickening crunch of metal and bone echoes in my ears, drowning out the distant wail of sirens.

I stumble, my ankle twisting as I round a corner.

Pain shoots up my leg, but I force myself to keep moving.

I can't use the car to escape this time.

It's there, at the scene, a damning piece of evidence that won’t truly tie me to the accident.

It was a rental, and I was too young to secure it myself so a man in line helped me obtain it.

I won’t get caught.

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