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“That’s right,” I smile, freeing myself, “you like to watch, don’t you?” Her eyes flash to mine, her cheeks glowing red as we both relish the memory of her watching me in the shower.

I continue stroking myself, reaching up to slowly unbutton my shirt so she can see her name blazoned across my chest.

“Your pussy is throbbing right now, isn’t it?” I struggle to maintain eye contact, my orgasm building so fast as she watches. Her body gives her away, her thighs pressed tightly together as she begins to shift slightly side to side, her eyes watching my movements intently.

“You don’t have to wait any longer, baby. I know your mouth’s been watering for my cock, too, hasn’t it?” I don’t give her time to answer. Instead, I place the tip on her lips, pushing myself inside her mouth with a loud groan. “This is gonna be rough and fast, Eve, but it’s what I need.”

She looks up at me with big green eyes, nodding with her mouth already stuffed full of my cock. “That’s it, take me deep. Just like that.” I start slow, my hand gently resting on the back of her head as she bobs up and down my length. But the sound of her mouth taking me is pushing my limits, and when she adds a small little moan as I go deeper, it completely destroys any last shred of restraint.

I look down at her, lifting her chin slightly till her eyes meet mine. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now. It’s gonna get rough for a minute, baby.”

My hands tangle in her hair, my fingers gripping her scalp as I push her head down hard and fast. She gags, gasping for breath as tears begin to stream down her face. I let myself go, unleashing a demonstration of dominance. Eve matches my intensity with her lips and tongue, sucking and lapping at my cock and the precum that dribbles down her throat.

“Oh, fuck.” I feel my control begin to slip, my balls tightening as she takes me so deep, I feel the back of her throat against my tip. “Jesus Christ, Eve,” I grunt, both hands now shoving her head down. “I’m coming.” I groan just as I spill myself down her throat.

“I should slit the throat of every man whose cock you’ve sucked before me.” I wipe a string of cum from her lips and note the mascara smeared down one cheek as she swallows the rest of my release.

I pull her to her feet and onto my lap in one swift move, my cock still hard. “Now I’m going to fuck you until I’ve had my fill.” Running my tongue over my fingers, I slide them over her pussy. “Oh, you don’t even need any help from me, do you?” I groan when I feel her weeping pussy.

She doesn’t have time to adjust before I’m sliding her down my cock as her nails dig into my biceps.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” she grimaces, her eyes squeezing shut as I force her down further.

“Good, you need to be reminded of who you belong to, Eve—whose pussy this is. Look at me,” I bark. Her eyes are heavy, but she drags her gaze back to me. “You are mine. My cock is the only cock that will ever be inside this cunt, do you understand me?” I slide my thumb into her mouth. “The only cock that ever touches these lips again. The only cum that will ever be inside you or on you is mine. Tell me, Eve.”

I’ve lost all control, and my fingers dig into her hips as I lift her body and slam it back down on my cock over and over again. Her cries echo around us—a mix of agony and pleasure as her body finally accepts me.

“I’m yours,” she pants, “only yours.”

“That’s right, I’m your god, your master, your everything.” My hand slides up her body, my fingers finding their way back around her throat. “Look at me, Eve. Don’t take your eyes off of me.” She nods, her body completely at my mercy as I fuck her over and over again. “I want to watch as you come on my cock.”

“I’m so close!” she cries, her desperate need for relief so evident as her body begins to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes stay on mine like I commanded, as her pussy walls clench around me, milking every last drop I have left to give her.

This seat of absolute power becomes the stage for our union—physical, emotional, spiritual. A small aftershock of pleasure courses through me, causing her to gasp softly against my neck.

“Again?” she whispers, surprise mingling with anticipation in her voice.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, gently pulling her head back to meet my gaze. The predatory smile that spreads across my face is answer enough.

“I’m just getting started with you.”

Chapter17

Eve

After only a minute of reprieve, Damien leads me deeper into Eden, through a door I hadn’t noticed before. It opens to reveal a chamber adjacent to the throne room—a space unlike anything I’ve encountered in the mansion so far. The walls are lined with implements that make my breath catch: cuffs hanging from discreet hooks, coils of rope in various thicknesses, items whose purpose I can only guess at.

“This is where I come when control slips,” he explains, voice dropping to that register that sends heat coursing through my veins. “When the darkness needs . . . direction.”

I swallow hard, my body responding to his words and the space itself with immediate, visceral intensity. The air feels charged, heavy with potential and unspoken promises.

“Show me,” I whisper, the request surprising us both.

Damien’s eyes darken as he turns to me, studying my face for any sign of hesitation or fear. Finding none, he steps closer, his presence filling my awareness until nothing exists beyond him.

“Once we cross this threshold, Eve, there’s no middle ground.” His voice is low, almost hypnotic in its intensity. “I will own you completely. Use you. Mark you. Break you apart and put you back together.”

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