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He slipped his hand down and cupped me, and my shout turned into a moan. Dark, it was so dark.

His two fingers slicked both sides of me even as he worked his cock in deeper. I bucked my hips, hoping for him to touch me, but he pinned me down and spanked me hard.

“Be good,” he whispered.

“Good…” I moaned. I wanted more, Ineededmore. Still, I was shocked when he reached down and curled two fingers, thrusting them into me. I jerked back.

Slowly, firmly, he rocked his hand back and forth. The melody slowed, matched his rhythm, and it seemed like he was conducting both of us, me and the musician.

I lost myself completely in his grip. Rocking, moaning, I moved along with him, his hips rolling against mine and stretching me impossibly, then withdrawing so slowly that the terrible agony of the friction sent my body into shudders. Again, again, he thrust inward, and as I breathed in I could swear that the oxygen had all gone from the air. In the dark, unable to see, I imagined myself sucking in an airless vacuum of space.

Then my body came screaming back to me as the pressure built, built, the ache turning me into a gibbering, needful monster. Rien’s fingers thrust faster and faster, beating in a different time along with his pumping cock. I gasped and gripped the sheets on the bed between my fingers. My wrists strained at the ropes and my body stretched to its limits and then just beyond, the pain shimmering right above the pleasure.

Now. I whispered the word in my mind, and then it needed to be true.

Now. Now.Now. The ache was too much. I needed him. I needed Rien to take me, to throw me off of the top of this shaking cliff.

“Now,” I strained. Rien thrust deep and bent his mouth to my ear.

“Now?”

“Yes, yes, oh God, yes. Now, yes.Now!”

Blind and bound, I writhed endlessly. My body was wracked with my terrible, dark need: the need forhim. His cock urged on deeper inside me, his fingers teased me to the edges of sanity. I screamed and his hand wrapped around my throat, my scream turned into a cry of ecstasy, filling the room as I exploded in pure pleasure. So bright it was soundless, and even the music in the room seemed to stop for that second, that endless, endlessly delicious second where reality disappeared and everything was wonderful and Rien was wonderful, the whole world a wonder.

My screams subsided, the shivers ran through my body. My nerves tensed and hiccuped. Rien’s arms closed around me and held me close. His palms felt burning, beautifully hot. I gasped for breath as he caressed me and squeezed me softly against him. His cock was still hard, pulsing, but he held me and did not push in.

My heart slowed, and the music came back into focus. The beat of the drum, so much slower now than a few minutes ago. The drugs must be hitting my system, now, I thought slowly. Then I laughed at myself.

“What do you want?”

I blinked dreamily. Rien’s voice came into focus as though it was visible in the air. Like floating letters spelling out his question.

“Nothing.”

It was my automatic answer. I didn’t want anything. I never did. I don’t owe anyone any favors. I did right by my family by not wanting anything.

“What do you want? Sara?”

My consciousness slipped back and forth between two worlds. In one of them, Rien was touching me, his voice gentle in my ear. His lips fluttering kisses down my chin. The sheets were silken, like lying on doves’ wings. The music playing lilted in the air, a guitar stringing a note along for eons, singing just for me.

In the other, my hands were knotted above my head, and my legs were stretched apart with ties. Rien was stretching my body, torturing my senses, his thick cock penetrating me. The rope was rough against my skin. The beat of my pulse thudded in my ears.

The two worlds refocused into one.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. Only you. I love you. Oh, Rien.Rien—”

He groaned. His hot seed burst into a strange part of me. I shuddered with him as he pumped into me one last time, my body gripping his cock hard before it slipped out. Every cell in my body seemed to quiver with complete satisfaction as he held me, this killer, this lover, held me and did not let me go.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Rien

It would be easier if she lied.

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