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My frozen heart aches as it thaws against the heat Francesca has forced into my life.

This is dangerous. So fucking dangerous. But I can’t help myself.

Screw it.

I don’t care if it starts a war. There’s no way I’m giving her back.

24

Francesca

My throat is still on fire when I wake up to sunshine and rainbows.

I swear the room sparkles, even as my insides burn.

What the hell happened last night?

The searing memories swirl in the back of my mind, a dirty dream waltzing with a nightmare. It’s hard to latch onto any particular feeling.

Did I enjoy it?

Hell yes.

That’s obvious. For all of the other conflict bubbling up inside of me, that is clear.

Ray lit me on fire last night, and the warmth singed away a numbness I didn’t even know had taken over me.

It was amazing.

Even as I push myself up onto my ass and find myself coughing through the sorest throat I’ve ever had, I don’t regret a thing.

What Ray and I shared last night, fuck, it made me understand what he’s been going on about for all of this time.

It was all so dark and depraved, yet it also felt so fucking good—and it felt good because we let it feel good; because we made it feel good.

We were in control. And it was intoxicating.

Fuck. Maybe the darkness isn’t so bad, after all. Maybe I can control it. Maybe we can control it together.

No. Don’t. Just don’t. Have you forgotten about him throwing away your pills? That’s not just dark and depraved, that’s maniacal. This is a wild animal, you’re dealing with. Not a complicated prince.

Still, even with that voice of reason screaming at me from the recesses of my mind, I look longingly over to Ray’s side of the bed, hoping to catch just a glimpse of the man who’s made me sore with ecstasy more than once now.

When I don’t see him there, my shoulders sink in disappointment. But then I hear the shower turn on in the bathroom, and I see the impression he’s left on the bed. It’s still deep and warm.

He only just left, and he wasn’t leaving me. He’s only cleaning himself up.

Hell, I should do the same thing.

I can still feel the acid burn left by his hot, creamy cum in the lining of my throat. Under any other circumstance, I would want to bleach the sensation away immediately. Hell, I’d be gagging at the very thought. But right now, it only serves as a reminder of how hot last night was… and how strangely special it all made me feel.

How special he made me feel.

It didn’t matter that I was tied up and completely at Ray’s mercy. He still made sure I got the most out of the experience. Spinning me upside down wasn’t just for his pleasure, it was for mine, too.

We were equals. Faces in each other’s junk, desperately trying to pull out the best from one another. A dark, twisted fairy tale.

It didn’t matter that I was tied up. Hell, I’d go so far as to say that made it a hundred times better. I was trapped, but I didn’t feel stuck. The bars of my cage, the straps restraining me to the cross, they weren’t my enemies, they were my friends, they kept me in place, they allowed me to feel the full extent of the pleasure and the passion that Ray was determined to rip out of me.