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He’s my light. What’s been keeping my heart warm over the past couple of days.

The sight of him entering the cell. Having him take care of me. His rough thrusts that shove his cock deeper into my mouth.

This man is the worst, and he isn’t.

Right now, he’s struggling, and I’m going to help him. No matter how much it hurts. Regardless of what it says about me.

“Again.”Crack!“Say you understand.”

His voice. His attention. The pain that transforms into pleasure.

If he takes my panties off, if he spreads my legs now, there’ll be no hiding the evidence of my arousal.

I’m not sure I want to hide it.

“I understand.” My scream is more of a whisper. There’s not much left in me to offer him, but I try. “I understand.”

The belt drops on the floor with athunkof metal and leather on stone. James shoves my panties to the floor before stalking out, turning into the hall, and disappearing.

“Don’t go.” Another useless whisper. I need him. Can’t he see that? Or…maybe he does. Maybe this is another torture method. “Don’t leave me.”

“Not leaving.” He’s back inside. The sleeves of his T-shirt have been rolled up his lean forearms, and he’s holding a hose.

Another item I missed on my way here, just like the hook above my head.

“What’s this?” I thrash against my binds, getting absolutely nowhere. I have to stop him. Have to get him talking so he won’t use it on me. “What happened to Topher’s mom?”

James’s eyes have gone from blue to almost black.

“Later,” is all I get before a warm stream hits my pussy.

“What—Oh, oh.Fuck.”

This is hell. This is heaven.

I’ve been wiped clean with a washcloth for days. This is real water. Warm. On my pussy, that’s aching to be touched.

Fuck right or wrong. Fuck how embarrassing this is. Fuck being afraid of him. Of one of the most dangerous men in the world.

Fuck.

It.

Life hasn’t offered me many pleasures. I’ll probably never make it out of here alive.

But I have this man here, sick and adamant about making me come.

I’m taking it.

I part my legs. James takes a couple of steps toward me.

“You’re the worst, Ophelia. Being so good. So tempting.” He raises and lowers the hose. Circles my clit with it. Water splatters on the floor. Behind me. On him. Maybe even on my bed. I’ll worry about it later. “The stream is parting your pussy for me. Your legs are spread. You moan for me. Beautiful. Oh, no, no. I won’t have that. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” His fingers are on my chin. The water blasts my pussy relentlessly. “Look. At. Me.”

My eyes flutter open. I didn’t even notice I closed them. It hurts to be caught in his intense gaze. It almost sends me over the edge.

“That’s it.” He’s so close. The water must soak through his jeans, and he’s still there. His hand moves to my hair, tugging on it. “Such a—Fuck, so good. My good girl. Come for me.”

I don’t understand him. I don’t. How am I his good girl again?

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