Page 107 of Cyber Revenge

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls, his tongue lapping up the crimson droplets as his hands grip my hips, guiding me as I ride him.

I’m close.

So close.

He moves us again, lifting me and slamming me against the wall, his cock pounding into me as he fucks me hard and deep, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

“Mine,” he growls, his teeth scraping against my neck.

“Yours,” I whimper, my body wrecked and trembling.

And when he slams me down onto the bed, driving into me one last time…

I break.

My orgasm crashes over me, hard and violent, my body convulsing as Trip fills me, his cock pulsing as he spills every drop inside me.

I’m barely breathing when he leans down, his lips brush against my ear as he whispers the words that seal me to him forever.

“You made me your monster, Lydia. And I’ll never stop proving that you own me, and I own you. Body, mind, and soul.”

EPILOGUE

LYDIA

ONE YEAR LATER

“Happy anniversary, husband,” I say, bouncing over to the couch where Trip sits. For our first anniversary, we decided on a staycation. We’ve both been working nonstop this past year.

His tattoo shop is busy as fuck, and my streaming has blown up like crazy. After Patrickdisappearedand Rayne blasted the shit out of him on TikTok, telling everyone what he did to her, followers flooded my page.

I stream nightly, spend my days with my little one, and bedtime is all Trip’s. But we haven’t had much time to game together—except on those rare nights he gets home early while I’m still on. He hops on no matter how tired he is. Gaming is important to us.

So, for our anniversary? It’s all about us. In our home. Naked. Gaming.

“Have fun with Grandma, baby.” I click the phone off.

Trip looks over at me. “Everything good? They get home safe?”

My mom came to pick Alia up earlier. They moved closer after everything last year, just in case. They want to be able to help if anything ever happens again.

“Yeah, they’re good. They said happy anniversary and that they’ll see us next week.”

Trip smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Okay, Killstreak, then why is your shirt still on?”

I giggle and start stripping. “You know the rules. No clothes this week.”

He smirks and starts undressing too.

“I’m going to order food. You go get the game ready.” He kisses my forehead and pinches my nipple as he walks past me.

I kneel on the couch, pure excitement buzzing through me when Trip walks back into the room.

“Okay, so… you remember the strip COD game I made up when we were dating?” I bounce on my knees, giddy.

Trip sits, grinning widely. “I do. Probably my favorite game of COD I’ve ever played.”

“Well! I have a new game idea.” I smirk, full devil.

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