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“Jesus, Haven,” he says almost mournfully, grinding his rock-hard cock against my leg. I swear I feel it pulse, like hearing those words turns him on even more. “What the fuck have you done to me?”

He’s right.

I’ve contaminated him. Corrupted him. What else could explain it?

Kai not only watched Bastian fuck me before…he watched the man rape me. The thought of being anywhere near either of them should sicken me.

But it changes nothing inside my crazy, fucked-up head.

In fact…it just makes me want them even more.

Knowing Kai wants to watch Bastian fuck me—that it gets him this hard even thinking about it—is so fucking hot, I can’t stop the swell of pleasure that pushes me over the edge.

When I come, it’s with a whole-body shudder-spasm that seems to shock him more than it does me.

Kai rips the ice pick free, and I hear it clattering over the floor as he tosses it away. Both hands go to my hair, holding me in place as he kisses me urgently, like he wants to steal the whimpers I make as I come undone.

Then he’s flipping me over, pressing down my head, angling my body over the sofa so my ass is up in the air.

With a twist of the top tangled around my wrists, he stretches my arms taut, keeping me from tipping over and hitting my head on the floor…but barely.

It’s in this precarious position, my entire body tensed as I try to keep my balance, that Kai finally claims his ten minutes in Heavenly.

And yes, the fucked-up nympho inside my head wishes Bastian were sitting in a chair nearby, watching.

Waiting for his turn.

Chapter 56

Kai

I push up Haven’s skirt until it’s bundled at her lower back, baring everything.

“Jesus, this ass…” I groan, kneading her plump cheeks with one hand, the other gripping her makeshift handcuffs.

She rocks forward at the pressure, but I tug her back, and she throws me a frustrated look over her shoulder, like I’m taking too long to dick her.

I’d drag this out all night. Fuck, all morning, too. But I nearly came in my pants from the way she unraveled at my touch. I try not to think about which part got me the hardest—her talking about Rooke fucking her, or how she just let me fuck her with an ice pick.

The torture of holding back is exquisite, but I’m ready to end my suffering.

Judging from the open pleading on her face, she’s ready too.

I yank my dick out of my sweatpants, holding it by its thick, hard shaft and giving it a slow rub. The sound she makes and the wide-eyed look she throws over her shoulder when I tug her ass cheek aside and spit on her pussy has me smirking at her as I line up.

I have to bite back a groan at how fucking amazing she feels when I finally push into her.

I try to tease her, going slow so I can feel her hot walls adjusting to every inch I feed inside.

Her frustrated whimpers tell me I’m doing it just right, but the need to fuck her hard and rough, shoving every inch of my cock inside, it overwhelms me in seconds.

I yank at her improvised handcuffs, bowing her back so her ass plumps out even more, and ram home.

Haven cries out, and I can’t tell if it’s in pleasure or pain.

I don’t stop to psychoanalyze.

I fuck her even harder.