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The eruption of my cry is joined by the brutal zwip of the lace he finally severs. As my panties brush my inner thighs during their descent to the floor, I practically come from that naughty sensation. But damn it, Reece is in his finest mind-reading form, and his growl zaps me away from that precipice with as much command as his new digs into my hips. “Remember that part about owning you, Mrs. Richards?”

I tremble because it feels like my only viable choice. “Y-Yes, Mr. Richards.” The words, equally undeniable. I don’t need to be commanded into the formality; his stark snarl has already made that part clear. Just like this morning, he doesn’t plan on sealing this connection with raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, and a Hallmark Channel cuddle. And like this morning, I comprehend the reason why—with even greater clarity. Faline doesn’t have him shackled to a lab table anymore, but she’s still violating him all the same. Her evil lives on, infiltrating the warrens of his imagination. But in the safe space that is thoroughly us, he can gain that control back. Get himself back.

And I’ll do anything to help him.

Though as soon as the proclamation rings through my mind, I have to stifle a giggle at myself. I’m not exactly the village virgin sacrificing myself in the dragon’s dungeon here. This restoration is just as much mine as his. I’m certain the man can already tell by feeling the pebbles along my skin and listening to the needy gasps from my lips—which pitch higher as he curls his hands around the top of my hips. He locks my body in place as he works his wet, throbbing cockhead between the swollen, soaked lips at my most intimate core.

“That means I tell your body what it can and cannot do.” His growl is low and lava thick, a perfect match to the steady rolls of his hips behind mine. He sounds even better as he fits his glorious penis into my shivering tunnel. “Do you understand?” As I manage a frantic nod, he dictates, “No. In words. With those gorgeous, nasty lips of yours. Do. You. Understand?”

“Y-Yes. I understand.”

“Perfect. Now do you understand that your beautiful cunt will take every inch of my cock, no matter how deep or hard I fuck it?”

I swallow with purpose, needing to regain some of the control he’s robbed with his magical, filthy words. “Y-Yes,” I finally manage. “I’ll take all of your cock, no matter how hard or deep.”

A truth he enforces the very next second—by gripping me ruthlessly and hauling my body back until he’s buried to the balls inside me. At once, my limbs are golden fire and my body is a sparkling sun. Holy shit, he feels good. I close my eyes as my pores open, flowing with arousal and warmth and energy. I’m stretched and seared and stimulated, consumed by his strength until an exigent cry explodes from my lips.

Though my outburst layers over his dark moan, the man states with complete composure, “No coming, Bunny. Not until I tell you to. Understood?” When my dry throat only gives a croak of response, the man brings me back online by seizing his hold around my buttocks—arranging his thumbs dangerously close to the pucker that separates them. “Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes!” I damn near shriek. “Yes, I understand. No coming unless you—aaahhh!”

Though he’s going to make the effort as hellacious as possible, after wetting my asshole with some spittle and then teasing the aperture with those talented thumbs of his.

“Repeat yourself.” His order is more arousing than that caress, raw sex mixed with pure sin, a carnal threat blended with erotic promise. And all he’s asking for are a few words in return—but the idea of them feels so impossible because thought itself has become a bizarre concept. Surely the man himself must know that, simply from how my body clenches beneath him and my wet walls squeeze around him. “All the words this time. Repeat yourself.”

“No…no coming…oh!” I grit my teeth as he shoves his thumbs in deeper, setting off another firestorm through my senses. Words. I have to remember the words. Well, the ones besides the choice labels I’m wanting to rage all over him at the moment. “N-No coming, unless you tell me I can.”

His pleased hum is worth the price my senses paid for it. And yes, even the cost of being egregiously late to the Makras’ fundraiser. It’s more than just sound on the air. It’s the timbre in his throat as he emits it, the fresh strength in his hold around me, and the brighter force in every finger he grips me with—including the thumbs he keeps working into my tender backside. And yes, the breathtaking boldness in every roll of his hips, resulting in every steady slide of his steely cock into my tremoring body. The body I order into submission by clenching my fists and stabbing fingernails into my palms as he swirls me into a fuzzy fugue state because of my spiraling lust and heat and need.

“Hang on, baby.” He croons it because he can. Because he’s no longer the one beyond control here…who’s all but begging for release every time he surges his body back into mine. Who’s ready to fall apart in a thousand ways, especially as he works his thumbs even deeper into my other entrance, tantalizing me from that direction…

“Reece!”

“No, Velvet.”

“Reece, please!”

“Not. Yet.”

“But…I can’t hold on…”

“You will. Repeat it. Tell me you will.”

“I—I—oh!” The last of it erupts on a startled scream as he grips my body brutally enough to change the angle of his lunges—ensuring his length teases along that special ridge of sensitivity along my inner walls. “Oh, God.” At the same time, the bastard turns the two digits in my ass into a full lightsaber duel. Not that I can see any of it, with my eyes squeezed as tightly as my fists—but I sure as hell can feel every enticing degree of the battle, joining his strokes to my G spot to turn me into a puddle of erotic mush.

“Damn.” The awe in his growl makes me want to gloat in glee—if only I wasn’t so obsessed with holding back my orgasm just to please him. “Damn it, Velvet. You’re going to break me in half.”

“Is that a complaint?” I snap. “After this hell you’ve put me through?”

The ass has the nerve to chuckle low, tucking his face deeper into the crook of my neck while working my pussy deeper onto his ruthless iron length. “Then why don’t we turn it into heaven instead?” Before I can summon so much as a gasp of reaction, he bites the base of my ear while pushing his thumbs all the way inside my ass. The sharp pain from one and invasive throb from the other have an instant effect on my pussy, making me clench his cock that much tighter. “Yes,” he snarls. “Fuck yes, Emmalina.”

As my name escapes his lips, his electric seed leaves his slit. At once, my body is an answering lightning storm, washed in the perfect, pounding brilliance of his climax. He groans, lost in the ecstasy of his release, inspiring me to break out a little turnabout-is-fair-play.

“Tell me,” I direct, clamping my inner walls to keep his cock trapped inside me. “Tell me to do it, Mr. Richards. Please.”

He indulges me with half of a protesting growl, but after composing himself with a harsh breath, he grits out, “Come for me, Velvet. Come hard. Now!”

The slice of his voice cuts back the last tendrils of my composure. As the owner of my body, he sets free my passion. As the lover of my soul, he gives flight to my senses. While I’m physically shaking, I’m spiritually recentered. While my sex explodes from lust, my heart is flooded with love. Once again, this man brings me not only to a place of lusty magic but a mountaintop of emotional completion—and empowerment.