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“Please,” she whimpered.
He thrust back into her ass, forcing her to take his entire dick in one movement.
Josslyn screamed.
He released her legs, forcing both wrists above her head and holding them there with one hand. His other hand gripped her breasts, digging in so hard she thought she’d have bruises. His head came down, his mouth fastening on her neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin.
She didn’t have the breath to scream again as he held her down, his hands on her wrists and breast, teeth fastened on her neck, cock buried in her ass.
She saw bright pops of color behind her closed eyes, and her whole body trembled. Helpless. She was utterly helpless.
The last wave of sensation crashed over her, and Josslyn went limp beneath him.
“It looks like I tried to kill you.” Ilias was leaning against the far bathroom wall, arms crossed, watching her in the mirror.
Josslyn tipped her head to the side, examining the mark on her neck. “It looks like you’re an inept teenager who thinks hickeys are cool.”
“That could be a thumbprint.”
Josslyn cupped her own breasts, lifting them. “I was sort of hoping for some more bruises here.”
Ilias came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and gently tracing the crescent-shaped marks on the inside of one breast left by his teeth.
He opened his mouth and she cut him off. “Don’t you dare apologize.”
“I wasn’t going to.” His gaze met hers in the mirror. “You’re sure you’re okay with everything that happened.”
“Yes, more than. That was delicious, because I never had any doubt, even for one second, that I was safe.” Josslyn swallowed against a lump of emotion. “You make me feel safe. Even when you hurt me. Maybe especially when you hurt me.”
He kissed her temple. “You sure your ass is okay?”
“It is. I kept the plug in until just before you arrived.” She gestured to the corner of the bathroom counter where a thick glass plug sat on a washcloth, already cleaned and dried. He’d inserted the plug before sending her into this Sub Rosa Court playroom to wait for him.
Josslyn turned in his arms. “I’m okay, but are you okay?”
He looked down at her. “Yes. I was worried it would be…too real. But you made that face a few times.”
“What face?”
“An expression best described as ‘I’m going to be really annoyed if you don’t grab me right now.’”
“You had me worried,” she admitted. “There was a moment when we were standing by the door.”
“I wanted to give you time and space to back out.”
“And after you threw me on the bed. Loved that by the way.”
“I’d meant to push you onto the bed on your back, so it wouldn’t remind you of that hotel room at LAX.”
“I never even thought about it, because it was you there with me, Sir.”
He arched a brow. “Done with aftercare?”
“My own? Yes. But I want to take care of you.”
“I’m fine.”
“Please?” Josslyn started to slide to her knees.
