Page 17 of His Secret Toy

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Her body is soaked as she clenches around me with every stroke. I don’t hold back. I fuck her until she forgets how to brace for the next thrust.

Then I reach around and press two fingers to her clit.

She jerks.

“Roman—”

I press harder.

“Don’t say my name unless you’re begging.”

“I—please—please let me come—”

I don’t slow down. I grip her tighter, fuck her harder, and hiss between my teeth.

“You want it that bad?”

“Yes—yes—”

“You’ll take all of it.”

She does.

She comes screaming, thighs shaking, body shaking, her mouth open wide and desperate. Her whole body collapses under it as I fuck her through every pulse.

Only when she’s limp in my hands do I pull out.

She sinks to the carpet with her cheeks flushed and body wrecked.

I sit on the couch and pull her into my lap. She doesn’t speak and I don’t ask her to. Her skin is damp against my chest, her breath still uneven.

I hold her until it evens out.

CHAPTER SEVEN

POV: Harper

The lights are low. Not off—just soft enough that I can see the mirrors without being afraid of what I’ll find in them.

He told me to wait in the center of the room and nothing else.

My dress is still on and so are my panties. My skin already knows what’s coming.

I touch the side of my neck, just under my collarbone. There’s a bruise there, small and tender. It’s fading too fast.

It’s not enough.

I hear him come in. His footsteps are unhurried and deliberate. He doesn’t ask me to turn or asks if I’m ready. He already knows I am.

I speak before he does.

“I want something; only you can give it to me.”

He stops behind me. I don’t see his face in the mirror, but I feel the heat of him close to my back.

“Do you?”

I nod. “I want to feel it after you leave. Even when I’m alone.”

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