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“Come for me.”
“Good girl.”
Slowly, Kir brings his hand—the one that spanked me and brought me to orgasm all over his fingers—up to his mouth. My eyes widen as he captures them with his, never blinking, never looking away as he wraps his lips around his fingers and sucks.
But also, I want to fuck her on silk sheets with her tight cunt strangling my cock.
After Brooklyn left that night, I went right to the men’s room and stroked my cock, tasting her sweetness on my fingers until my cum exploded into the toilet. Then I went home and did it all again. This is a problem on several levels.
Don’t react impetuously. Wait. Plan. And then, when your enemies least expect it, strike with the force of thunder and erase them from history.
It’s eight in the morning here in New York, and nine at night in Kyoto. Interestingly, we’re both just starting our days.
Freya has a rare skin condition called xeroderma pigmentosum, which essentially means she’s allergic to sunlight. Obviously, this means she’s been a night owl her whole life, but luckily, Mal, her husband, had no issue switching to a mostly nocturnal schedule himself.
“I’m not one of the monsters you’ve apparently been around,” I growl tightly. My brow furrows. “You need to understand something. When I take you in there, you’ll be in my world. I may touch you. I may push you, figuratively. But I will never do a single thing to you that you do not consent to. Is that clear.”
“I didn’t cast you aside,”
“I was trying to save you.”
“F...
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And lest we forget, I’m, what, twenty years older than you—”
“I’ve never felt what I feel when I’m with you.”
“The only reason,” I growl, “that I’m not kissing the absolute fuck out of you right now is that I need to ask you these questions first. And if I start kissing you, that’ll never happen, because I won’t ever stop.”
“I need to know who I’m going to be fucking burying, babygirl.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
“I want to kiss you, too. But if I do, it won’t stop at kissing.”
“And that’s a bad...
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“No. But after something like earlier…” I shake my head. “You’re still in shock. Even if you don’t thin...
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“Are there any more questions?”
“No, babygirl, that's it.”
“You’ve known too many devils,” I murmur darkly. “But now you’ll just know one.” She trembles as my thumb strokes across her jawline, my eyes piercing into hers. “I’m your devil now, little sinner. I’m your only devil, and you’re my only sin.”
“So… Now what?”
“Now,” I growl, “I can...
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And then I grab her face in my hands, lean in, and crush my mouth to hers in a pu...
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babygirl…”
Babygirl. If anyone else called me that, it would feel infantilizing. When Kir does it, it makes me want to melt into a puddle or jump on top of him. Maybe both.
Have I mentioned how outrageously hot it is when he gives me orders?
He’s washing my hair.
“You’re mine, now, babygirl,”
“Every.”
“Single.”
“Fucking.”
“Part of you.”
babygirl,”
“I can’t wait to feel this pretty pussy stretched tight around my cock.”
“This house is your house too now,”
“Kir, I—”
“And you owe me n...
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“Never forget...
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I want her, in every way a man can want a woman. I want to feel her submission under my palm when I take her over my knee again. I want to hear the gasp in her throat when I lace my fingers around it, her arms and legs trussed to the corners of my bed. I want to savor her tight little cunt clinging to my cock when I drive into her for the first time. But I refuse to be yet another monster in her life, another man who feeds off her vulnerability and desperation.
I’ll touch her, yes. I’ll throw her on the bed, spread her gorgeous legs and feast on her pretty pussy until I’ve had my fill—which, honestly, might never happen.
I moved out of my darkness. She can too. I’ll drag her out of it, if necessary.
“I…thank you,” I say quietly. “But you really don’t have to—”
“I’m choosing to.”
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
“Because,” he purrs, “right now, I’m touching you.”
“Your pussy is officially my new favorite breakfast, babygirl,”
