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I feel it, hear it, savor it. Liv screaming my name, her pussy pulsing around me, drenching my cock. I don’t stop or slow down while her orgasm washes over her, I fuck her through it, making sure she feels every second of this, making sure she knows exactly who this pussy belongs to.

“Fucking take it,” I groan, sounding just as obliterated as Liv. I manage to unhook one of her legs before moving to the next, holding onto her hips.

My grip is bruising against her hips as I drive into her harder. Liv drags her nails down my arms, clinging to me like she never wants me to stop.

I grab her throat, pressing my thumb against the front of the collar, tugging the leash just enough to watch her lips part, her breath hitch. That wrecked little gasp sends me over the edge and I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep, so fucking deep, where I belong.

My body locks, every muscle is tight as I come, filling her, coating her, owning her from the inside out.

A growl rips from my throat, my cock pulsing deep inside her, claiming every inch of the woman who’s claimed every inch of my fucking heart.

Her body trembles, still clenching around me, taking every last drop I give her. I drag my hand down her stomach, over her pussy, feeling the way she quivers beneath my touch.“Your pussy will swallow every fucking drop,Sirena.”

Liv’s eyes flutter, her cheeks flushed, “Yes, sir.”

I pull out slow, watching my come leak from her, a perfect fucking mess, exactly how I like her. Then I collapse beside her, grabbing her waist, dragging her on top of me, letting her melt into my chest. My lips brush over her temple, my hand gripping her ass, holding her close, making sure she knows she’s not going anywhere.

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Liv

I wake up sore in a way that reminds me exactly how hard Alessio fucked me, until I passed out. Every inch of me aches, but before I can fully process it, I feel myself being lifted out of bed.

“Shh, I got you,” Alessio whispers, just as my body goes boneless. I melt against him as he carries me like a baby.

The sound of running water hits my ears, I don’t need to open my eyes to know we’re in the bathroom.

He lowers me in first, and the second the hot water touches my skin, I damn near moan. My muscles sigh in relief, unraveling tension I didn’t even realize I was holding. Then, he steps in behind me, pulling me onto his lap, his broad chest is a solid wall of warmth against my back. And then his hands start slowly moving, so carefully overmy body.

Washing away the absolute wreckage of the night before with a tenderness that makes my stomach do things I am not emotionally prepared to handle in this state. His fingers work through my hair, massaging the floral scented shampoo into my scalp, and I swear to God, I could fall asleep right here, just like this.

“This is better than most salons I’ve been to,” I mumble, words slurring because I am about ten seconds from unconsciousness.

A chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Good.”

Warm water runs over my scalp as he rinses my hair with the shower hose, then conditions it. Fuck. Then he grabs a brush and starts working through the tangles with a kind of gentleness that makes my brain glitch.

I’m too sore to move. Too wrecked to do anything but sit here while he takes care of me. And damn it, it feels good, almost too good if that’s even a thing.

The next thing I know, he’s wrapping me in a towel, carrying me back to bed, and tucking me in. I’m asleep before I even register the weight of the blankets over my body.

I groan, my entire body protesting as I blink awake, no clue what time it is. My limbs feel like they’ve beenput through a meat grinder. Everything aches, but it’s manageable, just a dull soreness reminding me exactly why I passed out in the first place.

Then the smell hits me—smoke and metal, sharp and pungent, like iron burning. It slams into the back of my throat, making me want to gag. My sluggish brain jolts to life. Is the bed on fire?

I try to sit up, but that’s when I realize that I can’t see, and my pulse spikes. My hands fly to my face, fingers clawing at the fabric. A blindfold. I rip it off so fast it nearly yanks my hair out at the roots. My eyes burn as they adjust, vision swimming in the dark room until I see Alessio.

He’s shirtless, all muscle and ink, standing at the foot of the bed in gray sweats that hang low around his waist. My greedy little traitor of a body is already perking up because, apparently, getting absolutely wrecked a few hours ago wasn’t enough. Or maybe it was last night, I have no idea what time it is.

But then he grabs my wrists and cuffs them to the headboard. We’re still in the den of sin, that much I can comprehend.

Kinky time isn’t over yet, and I’msohere for it. My legs are already itching to part, ready to beg my Warden to rail me into oblivion again. But then he turns, reaching for something, and my stomach plummets.

It’s not a toy. It’s not lube. It’s an oversized Bunsen burner.The last time I saw one of those, I was half-asleep in high school chemistry, burning a hole in my textbook. This… well, this is something else entirely. My eyes track the metal rod in his hand, with letters seared into the tip, the way the blue flame hits beneath it. Oh, fuckno.

Branding.He’s not serious!Spankings, fine. A paddle with his name on it, I love that for me. But actual branding, like I’m some piece of livestock. No, absolutely fucking not.

I jerk against the cuffs, scrambling backward as much as I can, but I’m naked and trapped, and the covers won’t cooperate with my desperate attempt to shield myself. My legs twist, trying to pull up the sheets, trying to cover anything I can becauseholy shit he’s actually going to do it.

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