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A wicked grin forms on his lips. He knows he can get me to listen and that I’m just enjoying being a stubborn brat.

His hands grip my ass cheeks, applying pressure and squeezing me until I can’t think straight. Then he places his thumb into my mouth. “Suck it.” And when I don’t, he forces it inside deeper. “Don’t challenge me, Princess. You won’t like how it ends.”

Swirling his finger around, he gets the lubrication he’s looking for before pressing it against my clit, inside the growing hole of my useless panties. He circles it.

“Collins!” I call out, as he hits the spot that sends ripples of electricity to every nerve in my body—against my free will.

Collins Stone owns me. And I doubt I’ll ever be able to reclaim parts of me back again.

“That’s it.” He thrusts into me deeper. “You fucking take it.”

“Yes!” I scream.

“You’re doing great, Princess. Keep opening yourself to me. I’m taking everything you have. I just need a little more.”

Collins thrusts hard into me, pulling on the straps that control the level of my hips.

And just like that, I come undone, screaming and panting into the charged air between us.

Until everything around me fades away…

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PENNY

When my mind wakes up, I am surrounded by warmth and positive energy. I feel incredible and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my past.

The last thing I remember was having sex with Collins in the cage at…

Limit-X.

My eyes peel open, and it’s then that I realize a huge chunk of time is unaccounted for—making me conclude that I passed out from the pleasure.

As much as I like to be coherent, I’d do the whole experience again in a heartbeat. It was that good.

“Collins…”

“I’m right here, Princess,” he says, his voice super close.

Looking behind me, I see him and then I let out an awkward giggle. I’m literally curled up on his lap like a kitten.

Sheesh, this whole blackout episode is worse than those I’ve had from being under the influence of alcohol.

“You really did a number on my senses,” I say, cuddling closer to him. He smells so good. I could breathe in his scent forever.

Glancing around the space, it doesn’t even look like we are in the same building. This part of the venue definitely vibes more like a cocktail lounge than a sex club. The ambiance lighting and noise-blocking walls make it feel cozier than electrifying.

At least I am back to being dressed. Collins must have helped me put my cotton dress back on, but I doubt I was of any real assistance.

Feeling the draft of air between my legs, I press my knees closer together. “Where are my broken panties?”

Collins lets out a laugh. “Oh, those will forever be saved as a trophy. Maybe we can pin them to the fridge with a magnet.”

I smack him in his chest, over his silly joke. “Seriously…”

“I used them to wipe up all of the cum leaking out of your greedy pussy. It sure was thirsty.”

My lips form an O shape, while warmth creeps up my neck.

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