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That pissed me off.

Well, my cum was going inside her somewhere, and if not her pussy…

Using her slick cream, I coated her netherhole and lined my cockhead against the tight entrance. “Then beg me to hurt you,” I demanded. “Beg me to stick my cock in your ass and ride you hard so that when you wake up, you think of nothing but me.”

“Yes, oh yes,” she murmured, her essence spilling from her pussy and dripping to where I waited. So wet. “Hurt me like that.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Despite me wanting to just thrust in and make her scream, I took my time, keeping a slow but constant press against the ring of muscle until it finally gave under the pressure, opening to let me sink into her taboo heat.

I fucked her good and hard, and damn me if she didn’t love it, her body relaxed and flowing into my rhythm even as slow tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. My beautiful, little masochist. I kissed them away, gave a few more deep pumps into her ass, and damn near roared as I came inside her.

“Thank you. I love you,” she mumbled, then her breathing evened out.

I indulged in the moment, just resting within her, knowing that when she woke up again, she might hate me. I didn’t even know if she’d ever had anal sex before. Fuck, I was a bastard.

Truly, I wanted to feel bad. But like the drugs, I didn’t. The devil inside me said she’d chosen this over my coming inside her pussy, so she should be happy I obliged her. I would have rather coated her womb.

I cleaned her up, then minimized the damage by applying a numbing cream to her cute but swollen rosette to help make her more comfortable.

I then cuffed her again so I could shower.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Silas

I’d just finished dryingoff when Eden’s phone rang. I rushed to get it, not wanting her to be woken up. A photo of a man appeared on the screen. I moved onto the cottage’s deck and clicked connect.

A stout man with thinning dark hair pacing back and forth in front of her apartment door. The hair on the back of my neck rose.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, startling him so badly he actually jumped.

He looked down at his phone, his nose shiny, his eyes red and glossy. I could imagine the smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol wafting off him. His gaze turned hard as he got a good look at me.

“Who are you?” he countered.

My anger rose at the challenge. “You don’t live there.”

“I’m looking for a family member.”

“Who?

“Eden Johnson.”

My jaw tightened. After meeting her mother, I didn’t trust anyone who claimed to be her family. They seemed like a crazy bunch, and I wasn’t letting him within ten feet of my girl.

“Never heard of her.”

“Well, funny because you have answered her phone. Where is my niece?”

“Safe. With me.”

“I was told she was in trouble that I needed to check on her. Her mother in jail. I need to come get to her. I need to pick her up and bring her home.”

The sweat stains on his shirt spread wider every second. If he was her uncle as he claimed, why was he so nervous? “Why would I do that?”

“Look, I know she lives here.”

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