Page 143 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

My legs tremble, shaking, exhaustion creeping into my muscles, but the tension inside me is worse—frustration, arousal, my own body betraying me, keeping me teetering on the edge of need.

I cry out, a broken, breathless sound, my head tipping back.

“Please!”

Nothing.

“Come back!” My voice cracks, hoarse from moaning, from begging, from everything they’ve done to me.

I strain against the bonds, tugging,my breath coming in sharp, wrecked gasps.

The silence stretches.

And stretches.

And then?—

A click.

The door opens.

I still, my pulse slamming, every nerve sparking to life as their presence returns, as their warmth fills the space around me.

A hand cups my jaw—Gabe.

The dim light burns my eyes for a second before my vision clears?—

Hank.

Standing before me.

Completely bare.

I suck in a breath, my stomach twisting in pure, aching hunger.

Hank is sculpted perfection—broad chest, chiseled abs, a body carved by years of brutal training. He is strength incarnate, every line, every ridge, a testament to his sheer, unyielding power.

And his cock—hard, thick, waiting.

Gabe steps behind me. He releases the straps, holding me in place.

The second my arms fall, my body gives out.

I collapse into Hank’s waiting arms, gasping, shaking, my limbs boneless from the relentless torment. My entire body thrums—a sharp, aching need that coils so deep it feels like I might break from it.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Gabe murmurs, steadying me. His hands are soothing over my back, but there’s no mercy in his touch.

No relief.

Only the reminder of everything they’ve done to me.

Of how they’ve wrecked me.

Of how my body still pulses with unbearable, unfulfilled need.

I can feel it—between my thighs, a raw, desperate throb, heat spreading, slickness clinging to my skin, a constant, unrelenting ache that won’t go away until they let me come.

But they haven’t.

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