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Not this…sadness.
Not this broken kind of surrender.
Fight me.
The plea echoed in my soul.
Go to war with me…
Squeezing my eyes closed, I threw myself headfirst into my release before it could fade beneath choking desires.
I rode her and rode her, pumping quick and fast as my entire body reached its breaking point.
I bulldozed through my orgasm.
I came apart as I ruptured inside her.
I roared on the first spurt. Choked on the second. My spine rolled as I kept coming, forcing all of me inside her as I poured hot, thick fluid into her for the second time.
And she didn’t make a sound.
Not a single peep.
She checked out, went cold, refused to open her eyes.
And I motherfucking hated it.
I wanted her alive.
I wanted her sparring and scrappy and angry.
I wanted her fury to spark my fury.
I wanted more.
Yet all I received was a silent receptacle for my cum, and the moment I finished, I withdrew, shoved my wet cock back into my pants, then bent down and snatched her from the stage. The reins fell from her teeth as she gasped in surprise.
Disgust prickled on the back of my neck.
Shame dripped like icy slush on my shoulders.
Her grunt as I flopped her naked body over my shoulder punched me in the gut. With her hands still bound and her legs dangling down my front, I cursed that Victor’s guests would have a bird’s-eye view of her bare ass and the wetness smeared between her legs.
Wetness from me and her.
A combined mess that I had every intention of dealing with the moment I had her safely in my room.
Bowing stiffly, I gave our audience a final farewell. “I hope you enjoyed the show. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to find a dungeon.”
Men laughed. “Follow the darkness. You can’t miss it.”
“Hopefully, we’ll hear her screams from here!”
“I’ll do my best.” Grinning, I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Goodnight, gentlemen.” Finding Victor in the crowd, I squinted against the bright spotlight. “That enough for you?”
Bastard.
“For now.” He stood and arched his chin. “I hope to see evidence of your breaking in the morning, Henri. Feel free to rough her up a bit. Her skin is a little too perfect for my taste.”
