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“Nice and easy, kitten,” he told her, putting her feet back on the floor. He positioned her body the way he wanted, with her hands against the sink’s ledge, her ass semi-upturned, ready for the taking. Her knees wobbled, unable to support her own weight. Her rapture had robbed most of her strength. He snatched her waist and anchored her to stay still. Spreading her thighs open with his knee, he parted her ass cheeks with his hands. He slid his finger into her anus.
Kelly’s eyes widened. The initial penetration shocked her. She’d never been taken there, in her ass. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean? You’re not in the mood for this today?”
A mournful moan escaped her throat. It seemed that Nicky wasn’t a stranger with this sex act, but her…she was an anal virgin. She wasn’t sure if she wanted it this way. This was downright outrageous. She’d never…
He collected her juice and lubricated her with it. Kelly shouted again. It came so fast, before she’d registered what had happened, he’d thrust in, shoving his hard cock into her ass, splitting her open like he had with her pussy. He groaned inhumanly, driving himself all the way in. He wasn’t trying to be gentle like before. He seemed eager to finish what he’d started. New fire seared through her endorphin-laden systems. Her inner cat got excited again.
“Fuck, Nick, you feel so fucking good”—he paused, taking a deep breath—“every time.” He had stretched her beyond the impossible. Silky tendrils of pleasure crept through her spine, paralysing her for a moment. She lost her breath again. It was too much. Too damn much…
But there was pure pleasure the moment he started to fuck her again. His cock slid in and out, slow at first, then becoming brutal as he picked up speed. Kelly had no choice but to brace against the flood. His thrusts were relentless, bordering on savage. She could only feel the fire. Her mind blanked. Tears stained her cheeks.
The sensations were beyond words. Pleasure and pain. The combination was so exquisite, Kelly found herself tethered at the edge of another orgasm. He plundered her hungry asshole, ramming her with short, battering strokes. She gasped for air. Her muscles tensed, screaming for mercy. Her pussy clenched, feeling neglected. Her heart hammered in her throat.
All of a sudden, he plunged two fingers into her pussy, fucking her with the same primal need as he ravaged her ass. Kelly exploded. She could hear her ear-splitting shout storm the bathroom, and red fireworks burst up before her eyes. Her sphincter milked his shaft in waves of orgasmic spasms. Her pussy quivered around his juice-laden fingers. Her climax was beyond explosive, it was a mind-blowing release.
God. Kelly was amazed, savouring the incandescent ferocity of her climax. When it ebbed away, she could feel his body trembling and a harsh male cry sang the same song. His cock convulsed inside her ass, pumping jets of cum.
She was still drunk with her orgasm when he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and gave a playful spank on her pussy lips. Kelly yelped. She savoured the exquisiteness of pleasure and moaned when he pulled his spent cock out of her well-abused asshole. She collapsed, knees hitting the floor, feeling no strength left. Her inner cat was tamed. Sated.
“There, there,” he cooed so lovingly, spooning his body behind her, cocooning her in a tight embrace, consoling her. “That was a good one, wasn’t it?”
Kelly wanted to laugh. Good? That was the most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. Envy stabbed at the pit of her heart. This Nicky woman had this carnal pleasure every morning? What a lucky woman.
“Come, kitten, I’ll bathe you.” He voiced an order to the house Artificial Intelligence. The shower stall door opened automatically and jets of water sprayed out. He carried her in there and lathered her all over with soap. Kelly melted, swooning with his display of affection. It was bliss. He alternated his rubs with kisses and tender nips, leaving her deeply intoxicated with lust. She’d never thought that sex could be this good, so intimate. She’d never had this experience with Andi, not even when they’d been on their honeymoon and very much in love.
After he’d finished washing her, he carried her back to bed. He then went to take a shower while Kelly stayed in bed, basking in the afterglow. The sleepiness was about to lull her back into a dreamland when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. A movie disc was lying on the nightstand. Kelly scooted over and grabbed it. What she saw caused blood to surge through her veins again.
Now everything started to make sense, who she was now and who the man who had just given her the most explosive orgasm in her life was. His name was Tyler Roche. Kelly saw another replica of Tyler sandwiching her on the cover. It appeared Tyler had a twin brother, Gunnar.
Kelly’s eyes became fixed by the woman on the cover who was being pinned by the two alphas. Her face was frozen in a mask of ecstasy, body glistening in sweat and lust. Her hair was in disarray, and her makeup smeared from perspiration, but she still looked breathtaking. Temptress of lust. Goddess of sex. The name printed on the cover was Nicolla Evers—the blonde woman whose body she was trapped inside.
She was a porn star.
Chapter Two
Nicolla Evers had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror for the last half-hour, trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with her. Technically, there was nothing wrong with her mentally, except for the fact that this morning she’d woken up as a different person. In a different house. In a different bedroom with a different man in her bed. Nicolla also suspected she was married too. A simple gold ring wrapped around her finger, next to an engagement ring that was decorated with a big rock.
She looked in the mirror, cringing to see her new look. Her eyes were brown now, and she had a small nose and petulant lips. Her hair was brunette, cut in a boring style. She was a petite woman with a small waist and generous hips. Her skin was so pale she looked like one of those hermits who hadn’t seen sunlight in years.
Nicolla slapped her forehead. Holy fucking God, what the hell happened? Did I accidentally get transported into bizarre-world somehow?
She saw a woman’s purse on the vanity. Nicolla dug into it and found the wallet. She yanked it open, in a hurry to find the ID. A holographic projection materialised before her when she pressed the slim card’s ‘on’ button. It told her she was now Kelly Jamieson White, aged twenty-nine. Fancy-pants lawyer for some fancy-pants firm. Married to an investment banker named Andrew White. Must be the tall, dark stranger in the bed. No children. No siblings. Closest living relative, Kelly’s mother, lived in Le Bourdeux, and was currently a senator in the parliament.
Good fucking grief. Nicolla shoved the card back into the wallet, her heart pounding. How had this happened? One night she was a smut peddler, and the next morning, she was one of the snotty socialites, living among the Normies. She muttered a string of curses under her breath, but stopped when she realised someone was standing in front of her. Kelly’s handsome hubby.
He stood towering against the bathroom door, all six-foot-three of solid muscle, a testament that he really took good care of himself. His short brown hair was tousled from sleeping, but that made him look even sexier. Nicolla noticed he had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen. And his lips, which were too pretty for a man, were totally made for kissing. A faded T-shirt wrapped his tall frame, and the short boxers he wore shyly moulded to his mag
nificent cock. And this guy wasn’t even aroused yet. Nicolla swallowed her amusement in silence. Kelly was one lucky bitch.
“What?” she asked, when the man just stood there staring at her with his mouth half open.
“You swore.”
“So?”
“You feeling okay?”
