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Yet he fisted my hair, dragging me back by several inches. The strikes of his belt were even more vicious, pain mixing with sick vibrations of euphoria. The moans erupting from my throat escalated, my vision cloudy. All I could think about was how much I loathed the man while enjoying every brutal strike.

“You can try. You will fail.” His words weren’t filled with anger, merely amusement. And that pissed me off even more.

When he struck the strap across my upper thighs, I was stilled by the agony and the horror that my pussy juice had stained my inner thighs.

He emitted a low growl as he stopped his savage actions, but I could still feel the vibrating hum of the electricity coursing through him. I barely had a few seconds to catch my breath before he slipped his hand between my legs, flicking a single finger around my clit.

“You are always wet for me, Lady Butterfly. You crave everything we’ve shared.”

“Fuck you.”

His laugh penetrated deep inside. “Soon enough.” He drove several fingers past my swollen folds, flexing them as he pumped hard and fast.

Shock remained although there was no possibility of ignoring the pleasure he was providing. I wiggled, biting back every sound threatening to give away the ecstasy I’d only experienced with him. Even as I tried to push my legs together, he continued to force them apart.

Every thrust of his fingers pushed me into a darker place.

I was no longer trying to escape.

Why bother?

He had full and utter control over me.

I fell into a lull as he continued the round of discipline. There was a strange feeling of joy that I couldn’t understand yet my body refused to deny. As I lolled my head, he pinched my clit. Another rush of sheer bliss tore through me.

There was nothing like the crushing weight of having a man’s body pushed against mine. When he did, a strange but knowing smile crossed my face. He pressed his throbbing cock against my wetness, shifting back and forth as if he believed he could entice me more than I already was.

I thought I was prepared when he thrust the entire length of his shaft inside, but I was wrong. My entire body began to shake, the way my muscles clamped around his cock stifling my breath.

“Oh, God,” I managed, no longer recognizing my voice.

“You should know better by now, sweet butterfly. There is no such thing. At least not in our worlds.”

His plunges were deep and hard, filling my pussy. I was breathless, staring out at the night sky while my mind created a series of ridiculous images from people gawking at us to a crazed killer laughing as he prepared to end our lives. The haze around my eyes was thick, the thoughts ravaging my brain terrifying.

Yet all the while, all I could think about was that he’d protect me.

That he’d save us.

Was that insane to think that way?

The jarring effect created breathless whispers. There was no way to rationalize what was occurring or the fact my core had exploded with heat. I finally closed my eyes, shutting out the world as he fucked me.

Every sensation was incredible, the yearning for him yet to be satisfied. The guttural sounds he made only heightened the lines of pleasure. It no longer mattered his actions were brutal, pitching me into the sand. I just didn’t care how he used me or if I’d surrendered. All that mattered was the intense sensations, the feeling of being one with the dangerous man.

I lifted my head toward the sky as light rain began to fall. The splash as drops fell across my face was healing, almost as much as letting go. With the moment.

With the man.

He’d not only captured my body; the man had also surreptitiously taken my soul.

Wilder’s body tensed and he jerked back my head as he dug his fingers into my hip. There was nothing as special or as defining as when he erupted deep inside.

But this time as he filled me with his seed, I felt as if I’d finally reached a level of peace.

Even if I was enshrouded in darkness.

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