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“Keep your head down and legs spread for me. You’re going to want to move. Don’t.”

I open one of the drawers and grab the bullet I bought for her.

Grabbing the harness, I strap it around her thighs, attach the bullet in its holder, and attach the strap around her back. Then I grab the remote and turn it on. Instantly, she moans for me. Fuck, the sounds this woman makes drive me to the brink of insanity. With her on her knees, she’s the perfect height for me to slide into her wet pussy. I press into her, and she cries out again, “Nash. Oh, God.”

As soon as I’m inside her, her cunt squeezes my cock, her back arches deliciously, and she grips the legs of the bench hard as she explodes from her orgasm.

I grab her hips and slide in and out of her wet heat, “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

When I start slamming into her, she screams, “Yes!”

“Good girl. You take me so well. Do you feel how deep I am?”

She looks so fucking stunning like this. Her skin glistens with light perspiration, her ass on display for me. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing and the slapping of our skin. Ivy looks like a filthy fucking angel.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

I slow down slightly, attempting to prolong my release. “Such a needy girl, aren’t you? So, fucking needy for this dick.”

“Yes. Harder.”

I chuckle, “As you wish, Princess.”

Digging my fingers into her beautiful ass, I thrust into her as hard and fast as I’m capable of. She whimpers for me repeatedly. It’s not long until I fill her cunt with my cum. She feels too good to be able to hold off for long.

Pulling out of her, I say, “Turn over.”

She does, and I turn the toy off and remove the harness, lift her into my arms and move her to the bed. Lying beside her, she curls up close to me.

“You did so good, Princess.”

I press my lips to hers and kiss her slowly, passionately. I love fucking Ivy. But I want her to know that I cherish all of her. In a short time, my adopted sister has become my entire world. As I first suspected, she’s far more addictive than heroin ever could be. She’s my drug of choice now. I’ll never get clean. I don’t want to. I’ll gladly die a junkie for Ivy. There’s nothing I won’t do for the next hit. Instead of clouding my mind, she clears it. She’s, my redemption.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

NASH

The Gallery Opening…

I stand watchingIvy talking to different people that approach her about her paintings. She’s sold so many I can’t keep count. I watch my princess in her element, discussing her art. She is a natural. It’s fitting that I call her princess because she looks like fucking royalty in that dark blue dress. Her hair is up off her beautiful neck. The diamond earrings I gave her hang from her ears. I’m a little lost in lust when a man approaches me on my left.

“DeLuca wants to see you.”

Fuck. Not good.

“As you can see, I’m a little busy. Another time perhaps.”

He moves closer to me, “She looks stunning with that red dot on her chest. Don’t you think? Now, or she dies tonight.”

My heart races and my palms sweat but I can’t show fear. I can show him that he’s threatening everything that means anything to me.

DeLuca is a drug kingpin from New York City, but he also owns the entire territory here as well. I have no doubt someone will pull the trigger and kill Ivy. I won’t allow that to happen.

“Take it off her and I’ll go.”

“Good choice,” he chuckles.

I glance at Ivy on the way out, and sorrow fills my chest. There’s no doubt that she will hate me for leaving tonight. This is the biggest night of her life, and I’m leaving like she doesn’t fucking mean a thing to me. Like I’m not so fucking proud of her.

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