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Lightning flashes outside the window, sending white light across the room.

She throws the hand holding the knife behind her. It scratches my shoulder, slicing through my shirt. I feel a sting.

Thunder booms in the distance. The chain connected to her ankle clangs on the floor.

“You’re a good girl. So fucking ready.” I pry the knife out of her hand, carrying her small body to the arm of the couch. Shoving her face into it. “You can do better. Tonight, you will do better.”

Ophelia growls. Thrashes. Her ass rubs into my cock and she stops when she feels how hard I am for her.

“What happens tonight?”

Slicing her T-shirt and panties off with a knife is cruel. Cutting her leggings just down to her crotch is humiliating.

It turns me on. I growl when the leggings I push roll down her body to her ankles. When I shove the torn shirt to her sides, exposing more of Ophelia to me.

Fuck, I’m ravenous for her, growing hungrier when she groans from how hard I press her cheek down on the couch.

“Tonight, you’ll fight. Really fight.” I run the blade along her bare ass. She shudders, clutching onto the cushions. I scare her, yet her gaze lets on that she’s plotting against me. “Me first. Then you’ll help me kill Oliver.”

“What?”

I lose the knife.

Crack!my hand connects to her ass.

That first pained cry.

Always the sweetest.

There’ll be plenty more where that one came from.

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OPHELIA

Cooking for James is super easy. Really.

I do my best. He eats it. End of story.

Catching him unprepared? Not so much.

Not at all.

When he walked in, I could tell his gaze flickered to where my hand rested under the blanket. The one that clutched the knife.

A moment. A short second. Recognition didn’t flash across his face. He cut his gaze back to mine just as fast.

I should’ve realized he had it figured out.

Nothing gets past him.

I’m paying for it now.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

My ass is on fire. Pain takes over my consciousness. His hand isn’t a mere hand. It’s a weapon. His spanking hurts almost as much as when he belts me.

It turns me on just as much.

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