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Then his voice—dark, deep, deliberate.

“Tell me, Sabrina… Who do you belong to?”

Tears slide from beneath the blindfold and trail down my cheeks.

“You. Oleksi, sir… I belong to you.”

Oleksi

Those words.

Those fucking words.

They shatter something in me.

She belongs to me.

No hesitation. No deflection. Just pure, naked surrender.

“Good girl,” I growl and crush my mouth against hers as I slam my rock-hard cock into her, burying myself deep in her tight, slick heat.

She gasps into my mouth, her bound wrists tugging against the silk cords, and her legs clamp around me like she never wants to let go.

I start to move. Long, hard thrusts. My hips roll as I grind against Sabrina’s clit, letting my cock drag across every soaked, desperate inch inside her. The gel is warming and enhancing the pleasure for both of us, not that I need that, as just being inside her is already enough pleasure for me. Her body is trembling, crying out for the release I’ve denied her for too long.

I press my forehead to hers, my voice ragged.

“Come for me, little slut. Come all over my cock.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. As I slam a little harder into her, her body arches, her back bowing, and a strangled scream tears from her throat as her orgasm rips through her.

Her pussy clenches around me, pulling me deeper, tighter. I thrust twice more, lose control, and spill into her with a growl.

My world narrows down to the feel of her, the sound of her pleasure, and the scent of her skin mixed with sex and submission. She’s perfection—she’s mine.

As her body softens beneath me, her breath slowing as we come down from the pulsing waves of pleasure, I reach up and unhook her wrists, gently guiding her arms down. She sighs, limp and trembling in that sweet, raw way only true release can bring. I shift onto my side and pull her with me, cradling her close against my chest.

She curls into me like a satisfied, warm, pliant kitten, her breath brushing softly over my skin. Her fingers twitch against my chest before she lets out a soft, contented sigh. Withinseconds, her breathing evens out—slow and steady—as she slips into sleep.

I hold her tighter.

My arm locks around her like she’s something precious I’m terrified to lose—and she is.

Everything about her has shattered my control and rewritten my rules. She is now mine, the little rebel with too much fire and too much heart.

No other submissive will do—not after this—not after Sabrina.

And I will do everything in my power to keep her—even if it means I have to burn down hell to do it.

CHAPTER 12

Sabrina

The soft buzz of my phone drags me up from somewhere deep.

At first, I don’t move. I’m warm, cocooned in soft bedding and something else—something heavier and far more dangerous. It takes me a second to register the thick, muscled arm draped around my waist, anchoring me in place like I belong here. Like this is home.

Oleksi.

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