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And once he licks them clean, he dives down to my mouth. Shoving his tongue in and taking me with both hands pinned over my head.

I know the moment he tastes my blood on my tongue because he groans, and his erection grinds against my core.

Pulling back, he looks down at me through the holes in his ski mask. He licks his lips, and I spot a tinge of blood.

“How long have you been here?”

“Does it matter?” He tilts his head to the side, gripping both my wrists in one hand. “Were you dreaming about me, Violet?”

He drags his free hand down my chest and grabs my nipple, tugging so hard I scream. And then doing it again, harder.

“Were you imagining all the things you’d like me to do to you?”

His hand reaches between our bodies, down between my legs. And without warning, he shoves all four of his fingers in.

It burns so much more than when I did it, and an evil grin stretches his face at my pain.

“What’s wrong? Already going to beg me to stop?”

I shake my head, swallowing hard and trying to find my confidence—my strength. “No.”

My entire body shivers as he fucks me with his fingers. He pulses in and out, and the pain subsides. And then it’s just him and me and the pleasure he brings me as I tip over the ledge with my screams. His fingers deep as I convulse around them.

“No?” He drives his fingers deeper, and I lose my breath.

“No,” I repeat, tipping my chin up and facing off with him. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Then what do you want, Violet?” He runs his nose along my cheek.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I want you to hold me under.

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Out Of The Water

Violet

Loud knocking rattles mybedroom door. “You okay, Vi? I heard you scream.”

Kole lifts off me, stripping off the ski mask and smirking.

“Vi?” Patience knocks again.

“I’m fine. Just watching a movie.”

Just coming down from an orgasm that has an earthquake rattling me to the core.

“You scared the crap out of me.” Patience groans. “You and your scary movies.”

Her footsteps fade as she walks back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

“Guess I’ll have to gag you next time,” Kole says, rollingoff me.

The thought of him gagging me probably shouldn’t excite me as much as it does, but the way he watches me with amusement as he lies next to me on the bed means he didn’t miss that my cheeks flushed at the thought of it.

“You didn’t have to stop.” I roll to face him, planting my hand on his chest and wishing Patience hadn’t interrupted.

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