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My back arched as a deep throated, keening moan slipped past my lips. I didn’t know why I was crying out, but it felt too good. I didn’t want the pain to go away.

He thrust forward suddenly, and the entire length of his cock filled me.

I was certain his cock was going to rip me in two as he stretched my insides.

He pulled out slowly and thrust back in.

I moaned again as he increased his pace, pounding into me without mercy.

His cock was so deep. The pressure was overwhelming.

I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to take me.

I wanted it to last forever.

In and out. In and out.

Each thrust sent pleasure through me. Each plunge made my pussy ache.

He was so big and hard. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to the feeling.

The weight of his body held me in place. I was helpless. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

I managed to nod.

He thrust into me hard and fast as his hips ground into me.

I whimpered as he hit my special spot.

I was so full of him. So full and aching. I pushed back against him.

“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me you’re a good girl and will obey,” he breathed against my neck as he released one of my wrists and reached between our bodies to tease my still sensitive clit.

I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to say it. But I wanted him to keep fucking me. I needed him to keep fucking me.

My body was on fire. I let out a breathless moan.

He pulled out of me. “Say it,” he commanded.

I felt empty and cold. I wanted him back inside me.

“I’ll be your good girl.”

He thrust in deep, and I was lost.

CHAPTER 12

LUC

The whole of New York, the most powerful city in the world, was at my feet, as I stood in my father’s corner office.

This was the view meant only for gods and the men who played at being them.

That was what we were, and these offices were meant not to remind us, but to intimidate every person who entered them.

We were above all. We looked down upon our kingdom that we merely allowed others to inhabit. I had been raised to rule my empire with an iron fist, and any less would mean the downfall of me and my family.

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