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Cyrus’s eyes popped to mine.I’ll make it so you can feel me. No matter what we have to do. We can get toys if we need to.

I gave him a small smile.I haven’t had sex since, so I don’t—

“Ainsley.” Cyrus grabbed my hands, kissing the tips of my fingers. “We’ll take this slow. Stay kneeling and spread your legs, baby.”

I swallowed hard and did as I was told.

Cyrus knelt in front of me, placing a soft peck on my mouth. “We’re not fucking tonight but I want to test something. If it gets to be too much for you, just tap my shoulder, okay?”

I nodded quickly, grabbed onto the blankets beneath me, and waited.

“Good girl.” His mouth trailed down the length of my jaw. “Thank you for the orgasm earlier. Even my own hands don’t feel that good.”

A husky laugh left me.

He chuckled, the growly sound rumbling through me.

Cyrus placed a peck between my breasts before taking a nipple between his lips.

An explosion of desire rushed through me.

While his tongue teased and licked the budding peak, I was very aware of his hand inching between my legs. When they slowly grazed higher up my thigh, I squeezed my eyes shut. I wished, no, I prayed, that I could feel any spark of pleasure from them.

Once his fingers touched the spot I wanted, I jumped.

He lifted his head. “Tell me.”

I lifted my hands, my fingers flying over words I hoped he could understand.

***






(Cyrus)

Trafficking.

Victim.

Survival.

Sex.

A whole fucking lot of sex.

Slave.

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