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“Of course I did,” I snap, my voice ragged. “You fucking sadist.”

His low, dark chuckle makes my nipples hard. My thighs tremble, my face burns, and I’m desperate for friction between my legs. The need claws at me, tinted with shame.

I should be afraid—but what I’m really afraid of is that he’ll tie me to this bar and leave me.

I expect him to stop, to pull back.

“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear, dragging the thicker end of the stick down my spine. He slides it on the bar as he reaches for my leggings and rips them down.“Give me that wet cunt. Give memywet cunt so I can fuck it. Own you. Mark you.”

He kicks my legs apart with one booted foot, and the sheer force of it—the casual ownership of it—makes me shudder. I’m scared, I’m shaking, and I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my fucking life.

He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t ease me into it. The pool sticks in Paris are thinner than other ones, but still—this thing isn’t—is he—no.

The glossy, thick end of the pool stick presses against my dripping heat, forcing my body to stretch around the unyielding wood. I gasp, half pain, half pleasure. The wood scrapes just enough to remind me that this isn’t gentle. This isn’t romantic.

This is punishment.

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Chapter9

ANISSA

And they saymen can’t find the G-spot.

Holyfucking shit,he’s found it, and he’s assaulting it with the wooden tip of the pool stick. A spasm of pleasure rushes through me, and my hips are off the bar, my breath strangled in my throat.

“Fucking soaked,” he growls, half approving, half angry in my ear. “You act like you hate me, but this fucking greedy little cunt knows who owns it.Good.”

I bite my lip to hold back. I don’t wanna give him the satisfaction, but the wood inside me’s unyielding, pushing me to the edge, pushing me closer to bliss. It feels so fucking good. My cheek presses against the cold wood of the bar as my body stretches around the thickness of the pool stick.

“You wanna come, little witch?” The varnished end of the pool stick throbs inside me.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

My back arches in my throes. “Little brat’s been playing fucking games for weeks, but the second I’ve got her pinned down, the second I get this greedy little cunt’s attention—she’s fucking dripping all over my fingers.”

Part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, but all that comes out is a whimper.

He leans over me, his breath hot in my ear, and he nips my earlobe hard on his exhale, and a shudder of pleasure runs through me. “Beg me. Fucking beg me,” he growls.

“Fuck off,” I spit, my voice shaking. A part of me wants this, and a part of me wants to fight. I’m confused and aroused, and I want him so fucking bad.

Slowly, with agonizing deliberateness, he pulls the stick out until just the end rests at the edge of my pussy. I can feel the varnished edge, and my body clenches to be filled. But even now, I want his thick heat inside me—not just the damn wood. “Try that again, you fucking little brat.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and bite back a grin. I love getting under his skin.

“Please,” I say in the smallest, tightest voice I can.

A sharp slap lands across my ass, his palm rough and mean. “Fucking pathetic. Not good enough.” He bites my shoulder, a punishment that sends a delicious shiver spiraling through me.

“Please, fuck me. Please let me come.” My voice breaks, little raw sobs tangled in the plea. I’m laying it on thick. “I need it. Please.”

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