“I don’t share, Layla. This beautiful, decorated cunt? It’s mine.” “Yes,” I whisper, working my hips higher. “Please, I need you, Orion—” “Call me Orion again, and we’re going to have a problem.” I gasp, and everything becomes hazy with lust. I’ve been reduced to a body that desperately needs release—like a taut cord waiting to snap. I can’t take much more. Especially when he talks to me in that voice—the one I’ve only heard a handful of times. His Dom voice. “Please, Master. I need you inside me.” “That’s nice. I couldn’t give a fuck what you want,” he says. His voice isn’t cruel. In fact,
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