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I continue to stroke her clit, rising onto my knees so I can watch myself go in and out of her. “You’re so damn sexy, letting me use your virgin pussy like this.”

“Yes, keep talking.” Her eyes roll back. “Those piercings feel so good even through the condom.”

A growl slips out, my hand wrapping around her throat while I slide out, then drive all the way in with a hard thrust.

“Oh shit,” she winces, her brows pinched.

“You alright, baby?”

She nods.

My fingers squeeze around her delicate throat as I begin to move, increasing the rhythm, her mouth trembling with each shift.

“Yes, that feels good,” she moans, her voice sweet and innocent, which only makes me take her harder.

“Such a dirty little thing, letting me do whatever I want to this gorgeous body.” My thumb continues to roll over her clit as her back bows, her walls clinging tighter around my dick.

“Oh God, I’m close.”

Looking into her eyes, I slam my hips faster, her pussy wet and tight around me. She’s like a damn high I can’t escape from. I’d rather die than walk away from whatever this is.

Flipping her over, I take her from the back, her knees up, face pressed to the mattress, my palm slapping her hard across her ass.

“Oh fuck, fuck, yes!” she cries, all traces of her pain now gone.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I use my other hand to touch between her thighs, teasing her while she begs me to come.

“You take my cock so good. Gonna force you to come over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

She glances at me over her shoulder, and the need to taste that mouth consumes me. I give in, tilting her face up and pressing my lips to hers, losing myself in the way she melts against me.

CHAPTER6

DINARA

Who knewmy first time could feel like this?

Sure, it hurt at first, but the moment he took control, that was when everything shifted. The pain faded as he gave it to me without hesitation, without fear. And I didn’t want him to stop.

I can’t wait to tell the girls all about it. Oh God, I wonder if they’re okay. But I know Konstantin will look after them if anything goes wrong.

Does he know I’m here with Cillian?

My chest tightens. I hope not! That would be mortifying.

Letting out a sigh, I nestle into Cillian’s chest, a smile slowly spreading across my face. His fingers drift lazily up and down my spine, the sensation sending shivers through me. This feels so right, to be tangled up in him like this after what we just did. My muscles are weak like jelly, and the thought of standing up makes my head spin. If I even tried, I’m pretty sure I’d just collapse.

“We should probably get dressed now,” I murmur, the words heavy with reluctance.

“Why? Got somewhere better to be?” His voice is low, teasing, as he lifts my chin with two fingers, pulling me in for a kiss—soft, lingering.

I sigh against his lips, the kind of sigh you see in those old romantic movies Mom always loved. The kind that makes you feel everything all at once.

At the thought, the memory of her crashes down on me, sharp and sudden.

A hollow ache spreads through my chest. She wouldn't approve of what I've done. She always told me to wait until marriage. She was old-fashioned like that. It was how she grew up.

I can only hope she’d understand why I did what I did, and I can't help but wonder if she ever experienced the same level of passion. If, before my father, there was someone who made her feel this fire too. I hope she had that. Because if he was the only one, I can't even imagine the loneliness she must have lived with.

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