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Widening my legs, providing unrestricted access to my pussy, I place the toy on my clit and instantly clench my teeth. I forgot how powerful this silicone tongue is, no matter the speed.

This isn’t for your pleasure, Eva.

I ignore the reprimand as another image of that night appears. The sound of Cooper between my thighs, along with my unabashed moans, urges me on.

Groaning, I increase the speed and begin to grind my hips, trying to match Coop’s pace, recalling how they smirked and left me there without so much as a backward glance.

I inch closer to finally finding relief when Cooper’s words flit through my mind, reminding me of the Faustian bargain.

“But you don’t get to come until you agree, and that agreement must be in writing,” Cooper commands.

I tried to ride my way to completion but was denied at every turn. My unsated lust is still evident by how incredibly wound up I am. As someone who likes to get off almost daily, whether it’s through self-pleasure or with the help of one or more partners, I’m not used to being denied.

“And you better not touch or let anyone else touch our pussy because we’ll know if you do.”

Frustrated, I mutter, “How would they know?” It’s not like there are cameras in my room that they can use to spy on me. I only need to come once to take the edge off. I clench at theidea of them watching me be disobedient. Would they be angry, turned on, or both? A moan escapes me at the mixed rage and lust that would be on their faces, and what my punishment could be.

I need this—andthe tightening in my abdomen agrees with me until I see her.

“How could you do this to me, Evie?”

I yank my hand away, and I can almost feel my pussy weep. That’s when Farrah’s lifeless body appears. She lies limply, unmoving.

“No… no… no. Please… no,” I mutter, using my free hand to clasp my throat, desperately trying to recreate the euphoria I experienced with Colter and Cooper. Tightening my grip, I press my fingers until my nails dig into the flesh of my neck. The sting grounds me, providing temporary relief from the guilt.

Heaving, I ignore my body’s natural self-preservation and return to the wand. The silicone tongue flicks up and down, causing every nerve ending to stand on edge. I gasp, trying to suck in air while my hips undulate. My eyes roll back, and a choked moan escapes my parted lips.

You can’t ignore me, Evie.

Dead eyes snap open. Farrah’s pleading gaze morphs into anger.

“This is all your fault,” she screams.

Then it feels like an invisible force wraps around my hand and squeezes. I drop my vibrator. “I’m s-s-s-sorry, Fah,” I shout between choked sobs.

“Keep your bullshit apologies. It’s too late for sorries,” she growls.

Crying, I watch as Farrah stands. Her once beautiful olive complexion is now ashen, and the stench of decay makes my stomach churn. Her head turns to an unnatural angle.

“Do you think you get to enjoy this?” she questions, taking a step. “Do you think you can right the egregious wrong you’ve committed by taking over my life?”

Her taunting strikes like a whip, tearing pieces of me with each blow it lands. There’s a slight lucid part of me that knows she’s not physically here, but that side has lost the war.

“You don’t get to be happy, Evie Rose. There will never be a happily ever after for you—you don’t fucking deserve it!”

Sobering, I know what needs to happen—what needs to be done to give recompense. As soon as the thought appears, the pressure around my throat loosens, allowing me to drop my hand.

“I’ll make this right, Fah. I promise,” I rasp.

Turning, I ensure the dildo is securely attached to the shower wall before I position myself.

My gaze flits past the black bottle I brought into the shower. I purposely refuse to add any lubricant.

I don’t deserve it.

“This was never about pleasure, Eva.” I remind myself as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks. Then, I angle my body, slightly arching until I feel the tips of the two-prong dildo enter my body.

Snapping my eyes closed, I mentally count to three before thrusting back with such violent force that all the air leaves my lungs.