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I needed to be careful not to burn myself in the process. This was a punishment for her, not me, and Charlotte was so wet that her juices were spreading over her thighs and dripping down to the bed.

She actually trembled when I entered her, deepening my groan.

“Are you filled everywhere, Charlotte? It hurts a little in each hole, doesn’t it?” I demanded, ramming her mercilessly. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I thrust. “No other man would fuck you like this. No other man would bring out the whore I knew was inside you all this time.”

Thrust.

“My whore.”

Slam.

“Mine.”

Charlotte’s head lolled like a ragdoll’s, but her cunt tightened, telling me she was near her pinnacle.

I chuckled in her ear, delighted. “I thought it might take some time but look at you. What a perfect little pain slut you are.”

No words could describe the sound Charlotte made beneath her gag.

“That’s my perfect little whore,” I said, talking her through the last seconds before her orgasm sent her into oblivion. “Coming on my cock, with my punishment in your arse and my seed in your mouth. Look at how trainable you are. Look at how you’re mine.”

Charlotte’s screams were muffled by the handkerchief, but she shook as if seized with the most powerful climax of her life. I had no hope of holding back at that sight; she pulled me over the edge with her the moment after she began her descent.

Chapter 29

Charlotte

Ifloated in a sea of rapture. Colt wrapped his arms around me as we lay naked together in his bed. Everything ached deliciously. Even my heart.

“Tell me true,” Colt whispered in my ear. His scruff scraped my cheek. “Don’t play the lady. For one moment, drop the act.”

My stomach fluttered at the vulnerability in Colt’s gravelly voice. It was strange coming from such a powerful man.Eyes so black, reputation so cruel.He didn’t have to do anything to intimidate anyone, he could merely appear and a person knew they were in the presence of someone to be reckoned with.

“I am begging you, Charlotte. Not as your captain, not as your punisher.”

I held my breath as I awaited his next words.

“But as a man who’s been longing for truth from you for years. As the man who’s been trying to get past your walls for ages,” Colt pled. “Do you forgive me for what I’ve done to you?”

My heart thumped in my breast.Forgive him?I didn’t know how to explain that not only did I forgive him his past treatment -- however many punishments I’d suffered under his hands -- I welcomed them now. Ilovedthem. Even when I hated them. Whatever Colt saw in me all those years ago… he knew before I did.

“I more than forgive you,” I whispered. “Iunderstand.I understand why you did what you did.”

Colt’s entire body relaxed, as if he’d been carrying the tension for a lifetime. Which might have been the case.

“Do you forgive me?” I asked, eyes wide. “For not understanding before?”

Colt’s arms tightened around me. “There’s nothing to forgive. Everything is as it should be. As it was meant to be.”

My heart thumped wildly at his words and I looked up into those black, bottomless eyes. Colt was wild and I must be wild as well, for what I was about to say.

“I love you,” I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I don’t know when I fell in love with you. But I know that I do.” I chewed my lip before continuing. “Do you think you could… love me, as well?”

Colt’s thumb swept my cheekbone. “Charlotte, I’ve been in love with you for years.”

My breath came out in a rush, along with tears of joy. “Since when?” I laughed.

Colt shook his head, laughing. “I don’t know. Maybe since I first saw you strung to the whipping mast and knew I could.”

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