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“Yours,” I said, shuddering. I breathed through the pain while my dick dripped onto the bed.

He grunted approval. “Good boy.”

At last, he released my sack. Before I could catch my breath, he delivered another brutal crack to my ass.

I rocked forward, outrage and lust twin fires inside me. “What was that for?”

He slapped the other cheek, making the muscle quiver. While I was still gasping, he gripped my hair and pulled my head back. “It’s my ass, and I feel like spanking it.” He released my hair and slid his hands under my chest, finding my nipples and pinching hard. “And these? Who owns these?”

“Fuck. You do.”

“My hole still open for me?” He didn’t wait for my reply. Just groped my ass, then pushed two fingers inside me. He gave me a firm nudge, using his fingers in my asshole to force me onto my stomach. I whimpered again. With the care he’d taken to loosen me up, I knew I was in for a pounding.

His heavy body landed on top of mine, pressing me into the bed. His hot breath coasted over my nape as he dragged his dick up and down my cleft, and only when I was a babbling, shivering mess did he enter me.

As he’d promised, I was loud. I yelled the ceiling down as he rode my ass, his hips snapping in savage thrusts that had me clinging to the edges of the bed. Skin slapped, and his grunts mixed with my hoarse shouts and the wet sounds of his oiled dick punishing my hole. He bit at my sweaty shoulder and pumped me hard. Flattened me and drove so deep he touched parts of me he’d never touched before.

I closed my teeth over the bedding, sobbing and moaning as he took me apart, plowing me so hard and fast my vision wavered. My dick was trapped between the bed and my stomach, which was a sticky, wet mess. He was going to kill me, and I didn’t care because if there was any way to go, it was this.

He gave a shout, then dropped his forehead to my shoulder and flooded me with hot come. Seconds later, he pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and sucked my whole dick into his mouth.

“Fuck!” I levitated off the bed, my legs sprawled wide and my arms flung over my head. He shoved two fingers into my dripping, pulsing ass, and then it was over. I came on a bellow, shooting my load in his hot mouth. He drank me down, his thick throat working. I came so hard he couldn’t keep up, and milky-white seed leaked from the corners of his lips.

When I was spent, I surged up and pulled him down, kissing him and tasting myself on his tongue. Our legs tangled together, and we ended up panting and staring at each other on the wrecked bed.

He reached up and brushed the hair off my sweaty forehead. Then he put his palm on my chest, over the spot where my heart tried to burst through the bone to reach him. “Don’t ever forget you’re mine.”

Emotion swelled as I realized what he’d done. In reclaiming every part of me, he’d made a new vow. And he’d given me a gift. Forgiveness.

I didn’t deserve it.

But I’d never been able to resist Varick Lar Keiren, so I reached out and took it, wrapping my arms around him and whispering thickly in his ear.

“I won’t.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

VARICK

“You alive?” I dipped a cloth in the basin I’d fetched from downstairs and wrung it out.

Laurent made a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt. “No. You killed me with your dick.”

I smiled and let my gaze wander down his lean, perfect body. He sprawled on his stomach, his arms wrapped around a pillow and his head turned away. But he rolled onto his back at the sound of the water.

Amusement shaded his eyes. “What’s all this?”

I climbed onto the bed and stroked the cloth down his chest. “Don’t ruin it,” I said softly.

The amusement turned to curiosity. “I won’t.” He lay still as I cleaned his chest and stomach, and the curiosity in his gaze warmed to something softer as I dipped the cloth again and stroked over his dick and balls. Slowly, he relaxed beneath me, and when I reached his ass, he spread his legs and let me work the cloth between his cheeks. My come leaked from him.

I paused so I could watch it slide from his swollen opening. “More,” I murmured.

He moaned softly and flexed his hole, pushing more creamy seed from his body. When I wiped it away, his eyes fired with mischief. “You’re going to need a bigger cloth, baby. That was a warrior-size load.”

I snorted. “Turn over.”

He obeyed, letting me wipe him down. He shivered when I dropped a kiss on his shoulder, and he sighed contentedly when I kept going, kissing all the way down his spine to his ass.

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