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And when I press my thumb to her tight little asshole while I fuck her…

That sharp cry? That’s the sound I’ll replay in my head every time I close my eyes.

“Kinky, beautiful girl,” I purr, licking the sweat from her throat. “Look how dirty you fucking are. You want me to take your ass, too, don’t you?”

She shudders, her voice low and seductive. “What you’re doing right now? It’s perfect.”

My cock throbs inside her, watching the red welts bloom across her ass. My teeth mark is dark on her shoulder.

I want her wet with my cum.

Dripping with it.

Owned by me.

I thrust into her again. And again, and again.

Until her fingers claw the tile. Until her whole body locks and shatters around me, and I spill inside her.

I slide my fingers over her clit, circling, rubbing.

She comes again, hard and breathless, screaming into the steam-filled air. Her scream ends with a sniff.

Is she… crying?

I stop moving inside her, still seated deep.

I wait.

But when I look at her, I can’t tell. Her face is pink, but it’s warm in here.

I take the washcloth and clean her, then clean myself, rinsing us under the water before I shut it off. My stomach growls.

“Hungry?” she asks.

“I’ve been going from one place to the next, barely stopping to eat. I’m fucking starving,” I tell her. “You?”

“Famished.”

I hand her a towel, and we dry off; then I take her into my room.

“You live here alone?” She looks around. My bedroom is small and clean, but not immaculately clean like my cousin Semyon’s place or messy and quirky like Rodion’s. It works. I only sleep in here.

I watch as her gaze falls on the cage just waiting for her in the corner, the pink lights twinkling, the bed on the floor made and ready for her. She has the audacity tosmirk.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” she says in a low purr.

I open my mouth to retort when the sound of someone else’s voice stops me.

“Hello?” a voice calls from downstairs.

“Are youfuckingkidding me?”

Her eyes fly to mine.

“I thought you just told me you lived alone.”

“I do,” I tell her through gritted teeth.

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