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I don’t know what possessed me to say that; maybe some deep-rooted desire to take her away from High Jynx—from myself. I wasn’t just a character. I wasn’t just my profession or passion. I was me! And I wanted to hear her say that as I rooted my cock into her beautiful, tight cunt.

“You, Ro!” she purred. “I belong to you!”

Hearing her beg and proclaim those words sent me over the edge. I swiftly thrusted into her in one long stroke, burying myself into her, and she let out noises of pleasure, unrestrained, like she couldn’t help herself. I grunted heavily, slowly pulling back before slamming back in, needing to hear the beautiful hitch in her breath as I fucked her against the marble counter.

“I want to keep you, Ivy Jade,” I professed quietly, and she nodded like she agreed.

A million things were running through my mind. She was going to find out the truth, and she was going to hate me for it. Will she feel used? Will she tell everyone that I’m a sick fuck, that I pretended to be a fucking clown while taking advantage of the one person who saw both sides of me and liked each one?

I should have felt bad about this, about fucking her as both Ro and High Jynx, but this was what she wanted. And if she wanted to fuck them both, I was happy to give her both.

I wanted to tell her so badly, but now I was in too deep. Literally and figuratively. There was no coming back from this, and I was fucking terrified that I would lose her.

“You feel so good, baby. You make me feel so good.” I loosened my grip on her wrists, and her hands flew right onto me, as if she needed to feel me.

She roamed under my shirt and up my back, her nails digging into my skin. I continued to pound into her, so close to release, until she began to lift my shirt, getting it halfway up before I straightened and stopped her.

“Turn around and bend over,” I ordered, pulling her thighs towards me and dropping her onto her feet.

She turned and leaned over, her elbows falling onto the countertop as I grabbed her hips and squeezed. I gave her ass a light tap on each side as she moaned and squirmed.

“All mine, Ivy Jade. You’re all mine.” I thrusted into her again, my hips slapping against her ass, filling the large, silent kitchen with the sounds of our pleasure.

“Yes,” she quietly said after a moment, and my heart dropped a little bit. Why did she sound so different now? So unsure?

“You okay?” I asked, stopping, yet still buried inside of her.

“Yes,” she answered, looking back at me. “Yes, keep going. Please!”

I continued as she begged for it, and my hips snapped back and forth as I reached around, slipping my thumb past her soft lips and into her warm mouth.

“Suck on it, pretty girl,” I said, listening to her closely, making sure she was still okay as I fucked her further into oblivion.

Her lips instantly closed around my thumb, her tongue swirling around me, until I popped it out and reached down. Slowly, I began to insert my thumb into her tight ass, and she gasped as she looked back.

“All good, baby?” I asked, gauging her reaction.

Between quick breaths, she nodded.

I inched in further as I began to thrust more rapidly, the tension in my cock growing unbearable.

“Come for me one more time, Ivy Jade,” I urged.

Her head dipped lower until I snaked my free hand up to her neck, gently closing my fingers around her throat.

I brought my lips to her ear. “Now,” I ordered firmly.

Her cries of pleasure filled the room as she clenched around me, and only then did I let go, letting myself spill into her with a guttural groan, the release overwhelming.

I slid my hand from her throat to her cheek, turning her face towards mine. I brushed my lips against hers as we both caught our breaths, and she smiled, leaning in, kissing me deeply.

And as the adrenaline wore off and our lips parted, the feelings of guilt resurfaced.

She was going to hate me soon—probably just as much as I hated myself.

CHAPTER 27

Ivy Jade