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Story: Ashes of Sin
Free.
Also furious with myself. I took the one thing she ever wanted. Her freedom. God knows she barely had any.
Marrying Pierce would destroy her.
I cannot let it happen.
How I fix this, as Travis so nicely put, I don’t yet know. But I am. Somehow. My father is not getting his grubby, abusive hands on this beautiful woman.
I need to speak with her.
Right now.
“Where are we going?” Kyra asks as I push her into the small room with a bed and selection of sex toys, lube, and moody sounds playing.
I close the door and the loud music from the club disappears. Kyra glances around but doesn’t move.
I take her hand and tug her inside farther.
Shit.
My body, already coiled and wanting to fuck Kyra, is electrified by the environment. I was going to talk, not fuck her, but my cock hardens, and I wipe a hand over my mouth.
She places a hand on my pecs and starts undoing my buttons.
Stop her.
I don’t.
I watch her tongue slide over her top lip as my shirt slides to the floor. This gorgeous little prisoner of mine is taking the lead. For now. And I like it.
Kicking off her shoes, she drops to her knees and pulls my cock out.
“Fuck, Kyra.” I groan.
Her tongue sweeps out, licking the precum off the end of my cock, and I groan again. Then she takes all of me in her mouth and starts working me beautifully.
My hand grips her hair, not caring that I’m messing it up as I thrust forward.
“Suck me harder.”
Her cheeks hollow and I force myself not to come, wanting this moment to last. If she becomes mine, I don’t want her here again. This is not a place for my...
Don’t say it.
My hand tightens around her hair, needing more of her, needing to be inside her. I’m not going to be happy until I’m balls deep.
Right fucking now.
Pulling out, I lift her up and then into my arms, crossing the room.
“Maddox!” Kyra cries in surprise as I drop her on the bed, towering over her.
“Take off the dress or I’m ripping it.” I growl.
I undo my pants properly, kick off my shoes, and toss everything aside as I watch Kyra remove her dress and bra. Her panties are already out in the club.
I glance at the display of toys and grab two silk ties and a wand, then stalk back over to her.
Also furious with myself. I took the one thing she ever wanted. Her freedom. God knows she barely had any.
Marrying Pierce would destroy her.
I cannot let it happen.
How I fix this, as Travis so nicely put, I don’t yet know. But I am. Somehow. My father is not getting his grubby, abusive hands on this beautiful woman.
I need to speak with her.
Right now.
“Where are we going?” Kyra asks as I push her into the small room with a bed and selection of sex toys, lube, and moody sounds playing.
I close the door and the loud music from the club disappears. Kyra glances around but doesn’t move.
I take her hand and tug her inside farther.
Shit.
My body, already coiled and wanting to fuck Kyra, is electrified by the environment. I was going to talk, not fuck her, but my cock hardens, and I wipe a hand over my mouth.
She places a hand on my pecs and starts undoing my buttons.
Stop her.
I don’t.
I watch her tongue slide over her top lip as my shirt slides to the floor. This gorgeous little prisoner of mine is taking the lead. For now. And I like it.
Kicking off her shoes, she drops to her knees and pulls my cock out.
“Fuck, Kyra.” I groan.
Her tongue sweeps out, licking the precum off the end of my cock, and I groan again. Then she takes all of me in her mouth and starts working me beautifully.
My hand grips her hair, not caring that I’m messing it up as I thrust forward.
“Suck me harder.”
Her cheeks hollow and I force myself not to come, wanting this moment to last. If she becomes mine, I don’t want her here again. This is not a place for my...
Don’t say it.
My hand tightens around her hair, needing more of her, needing to be inside her. I’m not going to be happy until I’m balls deep.
Right fucking now.
Pulling out, I lift her up and then into my arms, crossing the room.
“Maddox!” Kyra cries in surprise as I drop her on the bed, towering over her.
“Take off the dress or I’m ripping it.” I growl.
I undo my pants properly, kick off my shoes, and toss everything aside as I watch Kyra remove her dress and bra. Her panties are already out in the club.
I glance at the display of toys and grab two silk ties and a wand, then stalk back over to her.
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