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And as I breathe out ragged breaths, trying to regain my sense of self, Grey breaks into tiny pieces. “Please … fuck me.”

CHAPTER 43

Grey

Never once didI imagine I would be begging a man.

And not just any man, but one as arrogant and greedy as Apollo Torres.

But he’s broken me. He has completely and utterly broken me beyond repair.

I want him.

I want him.

God, I want him, and I want her.

I want them both so badly I can’t even think straight, but all he’ll give me is him.

Him, and him alone.

That’s what he wants, for me to wish for what he just gave her.

Well, it’s fucking worked all right.

That ungodly cock of his is a master manipulator.

And now it’s perked right up against my ass as he lifts my legs up high and forces them into an unnatural position, flat against my stomach, spreading me open like a rag doll to be used.

He grabs the lube bottle off the mattress and squirts it all over his fingers, then me.

“You ever done any ass play with her?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Boring.” He snorts.

“We never thought of it.”

“You should live a little,” Apollo says, before he pushes his index finger into me.

And oh God, I can feel him probing around in there.

“See? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck,” I moan when he adds another finger.

“You’re so tense … I can tell you’re still an ass virgin.”

He adds another finger, and I writhe against the chains that hold me down.

“This is what you need to take, twink. Better get used to it if you’re going to take my cock up your ass. Three fingers is my thickness.”

“Three?”

He laughs as he rolls his fingers around. “Look at her, she took it well. If she can do it, so can you.”

Suddenly, he’s stroking something that feels out-of-this-world good, and I whimper as my dick bounces up and down again, ready to spurt.

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