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I whimpered at his crude words, needing him like I needed air.

“Cashton—”

“Beg.”

I was going to give in. I couldn’t take it anymore, the cool air across my exposed center causing me to grow wetter by the second, his tall form at my back making me shiver with desire. I mentally cursed myself as my body betrayed me, a small “Please” whispered through my lips.

He slammed inside of me, his cock impaling me as intangible noises made their way out of my mouth. He hit so deep that my eyes threatened to roll back, sheathing himself to the hilt as he began mercilessly pounding into me. My upper body slid back and forth on the cool countertop, the violent thrusts jerking my body.

“Fuckkk…” I moaned, my orgasm already nearing as he continued to hit that sweet spot inside of me over and over again. The hand in my hair yanked my head up, my back forced to arch as I looked up. Our gazes locked in the mirror, his eyes shooting lasers at me as his jaw clenched. The sight of him alone was enough to make my knees weaken.

“Eyes on me, princess. I want this ingrained in your head.”

A few more thrusts and I shattered. My eyes never leaving his, I came apart as the flood washed through me, my fingers gripping onto the counter for dear life, muscles going slack. Cashton’s gaze devoured me, a deep groan leaving his throat as his thrusts continued to quicken.

My body went limp in his hold, euphoria passing through every inch of me. He jerked out suddenly, the emptiness causing a whimper to slip free as he spun me around to face him and used his hold in my hair to yank me down.

“Get on your knees.”

I did as he asked, my knees meeting the cool bathroom tiles. My head was swimming with lust, still dazed from the mind-blowing orgasm he had just ripped from my body.

“Open,” he commanded, his tone fierce and leaving no room for argument. I stared up at him, my mouth falling open as I took in his towering form, his size even more intimidating from down here.

Fisting his cock, he guided it to my awaiting mouth, the hard length coated with my orgasm as it made its way past my lips. He grunted, the sound filled with pleasure as I forced my throat to relax so I could take him in further.

My hands lifted, planting themselves on his thighs as I dug my nails into his skin. Tears pooled in the backs of my eyes as his cock hit the back of my throat, the size causing me to gag.

“Do you taste yourself on me, princess? You look so good choking on my cock.”

I moaned, the vibration causing Cashton to suck in a hard breath. His grip on the back of my head tightened, his movements growing more demanding as he drove into me faster and harder, tears running down my face as he used my body to take his pleasure. I tried to keep up, the intensity of his thrusts growing harder to take as I let him take complete control, my jaw aching at his assault.

Without warning, he exploded inside of me, his warm cum salty on my tongue as I swallowed it down my throat. His head fell backwards, eyes closing and a light sheen glowing over his golden skin. Cashton was breathtakingly beautiful.

He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, my lips leaving it with a small pop. The hand in my hair loosened, turning into more of a gentle caress as his other hand lifted to cup my face. He looked down at me with a heavy gaze, his thumb rubbing some of the tears off of my face as we both panted heavily. My mouth fell open slightly as he brought his thumb to his mouth.

“My beautiful little brat. Your tears taste so sweet.”

His words did something to me, lust coursing through my insides.

Something flipped a switch in his expression and he patted my hair like a dog, a cruel smile curving on his lips. Without so much as another word, he let me go, placing himself back into his pants before buckling his belt and walking out of the restroom.

He didn’t so much as offer me one last glance before making his way through the door, not bothering to close it behind him as he left me there on my knees. The lust quickly turned into anger, humiliation washing over me. Real tears pricked at thebacks of my eyes, threatening to come down as I stayed on the ground, eyes still remaining on the empty doorway.

Why had I let him use me like this again? I had to stop letting this happen. Cashton Astor was ruining me.

CHAPTER 23

CASHTON

Fuck. I needed to get my shit together. Landry had no right to look that fucking good while she swallowed down my cock. The sight of her puffy lips wrapped around my length as she struggled to choke me down had nearly been my undoing.

What was she doing to me? I was supposed to be ruining her, not the other way around. But there was something growing inside of me, the need to mark her as mine and claim her every time she got attention from anyone other than me. Landry was becoming my undoing, and I needed to put a stop to it.

The feel of her perfect pussy wrapped around me was ingrained into my soul, seared into my memories. All I could seem to think about lately was hunting her down to do it again, the need for her becoming all-consuming.

“Is it ready to go?” I asked by way of greeting as I walked through our foyer and into the kitchen. Kaptan looked up from his laptop where he was propped over the center island,motorcycle helmet planted next to him. He must have just gotten back from classes shortly before me.

“Yes,” he responded before turning his attention back to whatever he was working on.

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