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Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more I felt his hand snake around my hip. His fingers found my clit—forcing awareness of how wet I was, how swollen, how far gone. They worked their magic, circling slowly.
“Now take what I give you,” he growled.
He didn’t hold back. His hips drove forward—beautifully brutal—each thrust deeper than the last. I cried out, wailed, begged for more.
I shattered beneath him.
Spread open for him.
My breath caught as my body shuddered.
I clamped down on him—a twinge of pain that only prolonged the pleasure.
“Oh, yeah. Here it comes, baby,” he roared.“Yes. Take it. Every last drop.” His movements faltered. Heat spilled from him.
Hot and wet.
All of it inside me.
Mega orgasm unlocked, indeed.
Fuck.
He was going to be my undoing.
I might even savour it.
Chapter 25
Asher
I pulled the cover over her bare shoulder.
“How was your first arse fucking, Princess?” I whispered.
One eye opened and then the other.
“Like you need validation,” she mumbled.
I reached over and switched the lamp off before she could see my smug grin. She’d come so hard she’d tried to cut off my circulation.
“You owe me ten pounds,” I murmured, pulling her closer.
“I didn’t accept the bet. Gambling is for degenerates,” she said before she yawned.
I tightened my grip around her, listening to her breath and feeling her warmth against me. It wasn’t long until her breathing evened out and her body relaxed. It took me a while before I drifted off.
There was only one solution to the final problem.
I had everything to lose this time.
It was time to be ruthless.
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Since Mrs Davis had been given new instructions, she couldn’t keep the wide smile off her face. I also wondered why Sayla was permitted to call her Lydia while I remained Mr Kersey.
“There you go, my dear,” she said as she set Sayla’s plate before her.
