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Her gasp shatters the silence, back arching off the mattress as I stretch her wide. I don’t wait and don’t give her time to adjust. I set a relentless pace, driving into her over and over, holding her legs tight against the bed. I pull out and drive back into her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping makes me feral.

I lean down, capturing her tits in my hands, pinching her nipples until she arches off the bed, a desperate cry escaping her lips. Her nails bite into my arms while her soaked pussy clenches around me, taking every inch.

“I fucking own you, Olivia,” I assert, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust, driving deeper and harder each time.

“Yes,” she moans, surrendering like the good fucking girl she is.

“Tell me who fucking owns you? Who owns this pussy?” I demand, losing myself in her.

“Y-you do. Yes, you do!” she screams, her voice trembling with ecstasy.

I bend down, our faces inches apart, her breath is hot against my skin as I maintain my punishing rhythm.

“You’re damn fucking right I do. Now come for me.” The words spill from my lips like a command, and her body responds instantly.

She shatters around me, her orgasm crashing over her. Her nails dig into my shoulders, the pain mixing with pleasure, driving me fucking wild.

I’m close, but I don’t want to come in her pussy. I press my thumb and forefinger against her chin, tilting her head back to open her mouth.

“Does my greedy girl want more?”

She grins, nodding eagerly before lifting her head, opening her mouth wide, and sticking out her tongue. I pull out, stroking myself a few times, the anticipation building until I’m ready to fucking explode.

I move up her body, getting closer to her face. Just before I come, her mouth wraps around me, swallowing me whole. The sensation is blinding, and my release rips through me. I groan as she milks me dry, her lips seal around my cock, not wasting a single fucking drop.

I jerkily thrust into her mouth one last time, taking in the sight of her sprawled out beneath me, spent but still eager to please. Finally, I roll to the side, catching my breath, knowing damn well this won’t be the last round tonight.

I lay beside her and lean in closer, my breath warm against her ear as I whisper, “You’re fucking mine tonight, Olivia.”

Her body trembles at my words and the way she responds drives me fucking insane. “Yes, Warden,” she whispers.

My gut’s screaming that she’s already mine, and not just for one night of sin.

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Liv

The ache between my legs is a not-so-subtle reminder of Alessio and his pierced beast. I should be ashamed of myself for damn near begging him to have his way with me, throwing myself at him like a feral animal desperate to get fucked. But the need outweighs whatever shred of dignity I might’ve had left.

If there was any dignity left, it’s long gone after a week of him slipping into my bed every night. Because, like a can of Pringles, once I popped, I couldn’t stop. It’s practically a routine now. He shows up, completely rearranges my insides, and pulls tricks out of me I didn’t even know were possible. And by morning, he’s gone, leaving me with deliciously sore lady bits and a cold bed.

Somewhere between orgasm number… I lost count, and the way his hand wrapped around the back of my neck like I’m something worth holding onto, shit started to shift. Because it’s not just that he fucks like he’s trying toruin me, it’s that he doesn’t treat me like I’m some little orphan girl who got left on a doorstep. Like I’ll fall apart if someone raises their voice. He’s rough, and he doesn’t hold back, not even when I sass him or snap at him. Anddefinitelynot when he’s pounding into me like both our lives depend on it.

One second, he’s shielding my body from Alonzo, and the next, he’s got me spread out, shaking, and so damn wrecked I can’t walk straight the next day.

And somehow, my messed-up little heartlovesthat balance. That I can be soft with him without being seen as weak. He can break me down and still make me feel safe while doing it. And yeah, it fucks me up in ways I’m not ready to unpack. Whatever this is between us was never supposed to go this deep.

I roll onto my back, and flashes of last night hit me. My wrists are tied to the headboard, and my legs are spread wide by that stupid spreader bar I was looking at when he came into my room. It was one of theitemsdelivered earlier in the week, and I was checking out what it was.

I bite my lip, remembering how he looked, locking me in place, so dangerously calm, like this was just another Tuesday. Meanwhile, I was losing my mind. I’m still not sure if my plan to keep all of those naughty toys in my room backfired or worked out too well.

I shift, trying to sit up, but something feels lumpy underneath me. What the hell? I reach under the duvet, and…oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.Of course it’s this. My fingers close around the vibrating butt plug Alessio used on me last night. My cheeks burn as his words play in my head, “This’ll help loosen you up so I can fuck all your holes.”

Another wave of embarrassment rushes through me, followed by an involuntary shiver, remembering the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me while this little sucker was turned on, buzzing away, sucking the soul out of my ass, while the pierced beast ruined me for any man after him. I hold the toy up like it’s some weird trophy.

First prize in things that have gone in my ass this week.

Shaking my head, I toss the toy onto the nightstand, which lands with a soft thud that feels too loud in my quiet room. Groaning, I finally manage to stand up, but my legs feel like jelly, wobbling under me like I’m Bambi taking her first step. Now I can add recovering from Alessio’s... activities to my list of daily workouts.

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