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The growl that slid from his lips echoed through the padding and I smiled to myself as he stretched me open with that big head before he pulled out and pushed deeper.

I was getting paid far too much money to fuck him. I would have done it for free.

Chapter 15 – Tamen

Heaven;Arestingplacea man like me would never reach because of the things I’d done during my life.

And what I was doing at that very moment was solidifying my one-way ticket to hell.

But fuck if it didn’t feel like Heaven for the time being.

Sloane’s nails dug into my lower abdomen as I bottomed out inside of her tight, wet pussy. She rocked her hips each time I got deep, rubbing her clit against my groin, silently begging me for more.

My pretty little Rainbow had no idea it was me fucking her. She thought some random millionaire from the event had bought her.

She thought some random man had paid for the pleasure of fucking her all night long.

Which I did.

And I would.

But she’d never know it was me. Part of me wanted to reveal myself to her, to tell her exactly who was inside of her at that very moment and keep her restrained while I finished fucking her. I wanted her to hate me. I wanted her anger and violence to burn like acid on a wound deep inside of me.

I needed the pain.

I craved the torment.

My suffering was a strange balm; only then did the suffocating darkness around me become quiet, a stark and heavy solitude. And Sloane, my pretty little Rainbow, made me suffer.

Every single second in her presence, without feeling her touch on my skin, tormented me.

Every single barbed word and angry glare she threw at me tortured my desire to own her.

Tonight was a lapse in that suffering, though in a way it solidified the permeance of it in my future.

Because the moment my paid for time with her was over, she’d never let me touch her again. And I’d suffer in her presence, like a dying man staring at a cure, just out of reach.

Maybe then I’d feel sane.

Maybe with her hate toward me fixated and solid, I’d feelnormal.

“Harder.” Her muffled plea cut through my darkness and brought me back to the heavenly sensation of her body. “Please.”

I slammed in deep, rocking her in her unmoving bindings. Her body rippled and swayed from the punishing thrusts, but she arched into them, taking everything I gave her. God, she was bloody perfect.

Perfect for me, yet I’d never claim her as mine.

Leaning over her restrained body, I palmed both of her perfect tits as I rolled my hips, rubbing her clit with me buried in deep. Her free hand slid up my arm to my neck and her dainty fingers wrapped around my throat, tightening as I kept the same rolling motion with my hips.

No woman had ever dared to touch my neck in such a powerful move before, but I was regretful that I couldn’t stare into Sloane’s fiery gold eyes as she did it now. Hell, it threw me off, but I pressed my throat into her palm more. Her spine arched and then her scream echoed through the box as she orgasmed, tightening around my dick until I saw stars.

I wanted to come; I wanted to feel that euphoria she promised me with her seduction and obedience, but I wanted more before I gave in.

I needed more of her.

I pulled the other buckle of her wrist cuff free and gave her mobility of both her hands as I pulled my dick free from her body and fell to my knees. I licked her from ass to clit and then sucked it deep into my mouth, drawing another scream from her lips as both of her hands buried themselves in my hair, pulling and yanking at it as I feasted on her.

One second, she’d pull me in tighter, and the next she’d try to rip me away like she couldn’t understand what she wanted more.

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