Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I cried out, light bursting out of my chest. I clenched, trying to hold on. But the pleasure was too much, my body shuddering so hard, too hard, oh God, I needed it HARDER!
“I’ll give it to you harder,” said the devil—the demon—what was he? What was happening? How was I still coming—still fucking coming even after I just realized—
He reached around a hand and strummed my fat, swollen clit while we all continued to fuck. I started weeping with the pleasure, jerking my hips forward and wiggling my ass to grind my clit against the devil’s hand where I pinned it against Mason’s ass.
And I took what I was fucking owed.
I took that orgasm.
I rode it. And I rode Mason.
And I let the goddamned devil ride me and come deep in my ass with a roar while I screeched out a white-hot orgasm a thousand times brighter than I’d ever imagined.
TWENTY-FOUR
HIM (also known as BISHOP)
She collapses beneath me on top of pretty boy, all of us covered in one another’s sweat and fluids. She’s limp but still twitching, her leg spasming occasionally from residual pleasure.
It’ll hit her soon. What this all means. Once the haze clears.
I smile and give one last, slow thrust before finally pulling out.
Reminding my darling Luna exactly who just fucked her up the ass.
Me. The power and the glory, baby.
Wagner rings out in crescendo throughout the room.
And Luna weakly lifts her head to look over her shoulder at me. “Why?” she asks weakly, her pleasure-satiated eyes confused and betrayed.
I spank her ass, hard. “Because no one says no to me.”
Her eyebrows lift as tears crest. I snarl, wanting to lick them. To taste the salt of her supplication and pain. To savor it on my tongue.
Instead, I grasp her hair at the base of her skull. And smile when she hisses.
“What the fuck’s happening?” Tank said, getting off the lounge chair near the bed and charging forward. “The vibe just changed. Did you feel like the vibe just changed?” he asked Cash, who also stood up from where he’d been perched on the bench at the end of the bed.
“Yeah,” Cash said, eyes narrowing. “I felt that.”
“What’s happening is that our pet finally understands who owns her.” I grinned down at her wide, vulnerable, luminous eyes. “…Body and soul.”
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