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I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me like a nova—white-hot, body-wracking, all-consuming. My arms strain against the manacles. My legs shake. I scream his name until my voice breaks.
But he isn’t done.
He fucks me through it, deeper, harder, rawer. His pace becomes erratic, hips slamming into my ass with the fury of a dying star. The spurs on his cock flex and shift inside me with every thrust, hitting places I didn’t know existed.
Another orgasm builds before the first has even finished unraveling. My pussy pulses around him, milking him,pleadingfor his release.
He jerks the leash again, making me cry out.
“I’m going to fill you,” he snarls. “Mark you.Breedyou.”
“Yes—yes, daddy, do it—please?—”
With a roar, he thrusts one final time and holds himself there. His cock throbs inside me, and I feel it: pulse after pulse of hot, thick seed flooding my womb. I moan helplessly, my body spasming around him, every nerve on fire.
We stay like that, tangled in heat and possession, his cock still inside me, the leash still taut.
Eventually, he leans forward, brushing my hair from my face with clawed fingers, his lips pressing gently to the back of my neck—right over the collar.
“You’re mine,” he whispers again.
And I whisper it back.
“Yours. Always.”
CHAPTER 5
LANZ
She’s still in my bed when the alert chimes.
Sprawled across dark sheets like she belongs there, limbs tangled, collar catching the low lights from above. She breathes deeply, unaware of how loud her presence has become in my life. I don’t know how she got this deep under my skin—but she has. And now, she’s in my blood.
I tear myself away from her before I do something even more reckless than what I’m about to plan.
The Helios Combine has fortified an outpost on Kura Nine, guarding encrypted tech and munitions. Word from informants says the garrison is light. I don’t believe them. But I need the data. We all do.
The briefing is short, brutal, and to the point. My crew’s tense, scenting blood in the air. I lay out the strategy: hard insertion, breach, neutralize, extract logs.
Simple. Clean.
Until she walks in.
Georgia—barefoot, bristling, her camera drone hovering behind her like a devoted pet. Still collared. Still mine.
“I’m coming,” she says without preamble.
“No,” I grunt, not bothering to look up.
“Yes.” Her tone is iron wrapped in honey. “You need footage? I’m your girl.”
“I need warriors, not soft-bellied observers.”
She steps closer. “You need someone to show the galaxy what Helios is doing out here. I don’t need to fight—I just need tosee.”
“See from the brig, then.”
