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Each time I slammed in, she cried out and arched her back, but before long, she acclimated to the pain, to the pleasure. She gripped the bindings keeping her hands above her head, and with lust-filled eyes, she stared right back at me and took it.

Like a fucking queen.

My fingers dug into her flesh as I gripped her hips. I didn’t let go, using this hold to pull her to me and ensure I pounded into her all the way, harder and faster, until my balls smacked her ass.

Just like before, she proved to be a noisy lover, crying, sobbing, begging, and moaning. She let me hear it all, and each time she quickened with those panting, gasping sounds, I almost came right then and there.

“Come on, Mila.”

I gritted my teeth at the sheer perfection of her pussy sucking me in. I fought not to come, not yet. I wanted another orgasm out of her, and I strained and tensed all my muscles as I resisted the urge to spill my cum deep inside her.

“Come, Mila. Now.”

“I can’t.” She whined, shaking her head, so delirious this close to the peak.

I stabbed my fingers in my mouth and wet them, then dropped them to her clit and teased her hard nub. With another brutal thrust in, she clenched around my dick in an agonizingly perfect grip. I felt her pussy spasm as she cried out louder than before, and I followed her over. A few more thrusts had me growling and dropping my head back. I growled, squeezing her hip hard as she milked me. With a final jerk as I shot my cum into her womb, I released the breath I’d been holding through my orgasm.

She shivered and went limp, sated at last. Her fingers released the bindings that she’d gripped for leverage, and I pulled up before her body melted any further.

As my dick slipped free, coated in our juices and the faint smear of her virginal blood, she hissed and flinched.

“I’ll be right back.” I staggered off the bed, breathing hard as she lay there and shivered. Naked and taken.

All mine.

I looked her over, victorious as I noticed her sexy flush covering her face and chest.

All. Fucking. Mine.

I’d claimed her, and as I headed to the bathroom and let her come down from the high of having sex for the first time, I knew my plan had no chance of failing.

16

MILA

My pussy throbbed as the last waves of my orgasm crested through me. Each time the fluttering sensations coursed through me, I shivered and breathed deeper.

It was… nothing like what I’d expected. So good, but too fast. Left alone while he went to the bathroom, I lay there and blanked out. Staring at the ceiling was all I could do to preoccupy myself, but I was too restless to truly zone out.

My body had never felt so charged, yet relaxed. This all-consuming warmth and utter calm wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced before. Better than any time I’d pleasured myself. Even better than when he’d made me come earlier. The let-down after sex was a heady sensation, and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. Even though I was limp, my limbs deprived of energy as I sank onto the mattress, my mind was awake and racing.

I couldn’t believe he’d just…

Taken me. He hadn’t waited. He hadn’t asked. Or I supposed he had, but it was a sketchy consent that he’d taken from me, implied by my arousal. The bastard had gotten me so worked up and ready for him, slick with my cream and begging with moans and whimpers. Yes, I had wanted him to fuck me, but now that it was over…

What have I done?

I furrowed my brows as I stared at the cracked ceiling.

What have I done? Nothing. I didn’t do a single damn thing. He’d taken me. He’d tied me up and kept me captive, yet I couldn’t cry rape. Although I had my doubts—evidenced by my nervousness about the action—I’d welcomed him into my body. I lacked the sexual knowledge to be confident about losing my virginity after twenty-two years of protecting it, but my ignorance didn’t equal a lack of consent, not really.

I hadn’t done a damn thing. He’d been the one to do it all, but deep down, I couldn’t hold it against him. He’d turned me on, both with his hands and mouth as well as with what he said.

He wanted me, and hearing him express that desire felt entirely different from what other men had instilled in me. Yes, Alek had taken me when I had no real way to reject him, but if it had been Andrey, or Geoff, or any other horny man in our world, they would’ve been harsh.

Alek returned, and I tried my best to shelve my thoughts. He’d pulled on sweatpants but hadn’t bothered with a shirt.

“Here,” he said. Just that one simple word, full of his usual dominance as he knelt on the bed and reached for my legs.

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