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I slowed my pace to nothing more than leisurely glides, getting off on her groans of agitation.

“It’s cute you think that, Stella.”

“Don’t call me that.”

The vehemence in her tone took me off guard. But I got it. The need to fully disconnect. I wasn’t fucking Stella. She’d gone into hiding and offered up Lore.

Stella was switched off.

Lore was getting fucked.

I got it.

I understood it.

But for some unknown, strange reason I fucking hated it.

Therefore, when I got down to proving I didn’t need her help I did so ruthlessly. I drove my cock up her cunt, twisted and pulled at her nipple, worked her neck with my teeth, tongue, and lips until she was panting and mewling and her pussy was rippling and clenching. And yet she still fought against giving me her pleasure.

“We can do this all night, baby girl. The longer you hold back the bigger it’s gonna be. But warning—in the end I’ll own it.”

It didn’t take but a few more seconds before she lost the battle. Unfortunately, that meant I followed her over. Her movements froze. Her head tipped back and her back bowed. Her pussy contracted so impossibly tight there was no stopping the onslaught of euphoria. Everything blanked. My hips jerked with each rope of come. I vaguely heard the sound of our groans mingle.

And in those moments, I was free.

I wasn’t a castoff. An unwanted child left by a dumpster. I wasn’t a worthless mass of cells, bones, blood, unloved, discarded, uncared for. I wasn’t a man with a hole in my chest where my heart should be. I didn’t have a black soul.

Blissfully nothing.

Lore’s sated sigh pulled me back to the present. It took longer than normal for my shields to come back on station. My walls hadn’t yet fully formed when Stella appeared to whisper, “I don’t think… that was…I never…” She trailed off her stammered gibberish. I knew she wasn’t going to clarify when she jolted. Further, I knew when her fortress slammed back into place and she seethed, “Get off.”

I smiled into the dark and rolled to the side. She started to move away from me but before she made any progress, I hooked her around the waist and turned her to face me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To my room.”

“I’m not done with you,” I told her.

“Well I’m done with you.”

I slipped my hand down between her legs, circled her still-sensitive clit and asked, “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

Her legs opening a fraction to give me better access contradicted her answer.

I pushed two fingers through our combined release, used my thumb to keep toying with her clit, and asked again. “Are you still sure?”

Instead of answering, the stubborn woman attacked.

This time I was ready for her.

That meant when her lips hit mine, I took control of the kiss.

After that, I set about proving not only did I own her orgasm, I owned her fucking body.

CHAPTER SEVEN