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Digging my fingers into her ass, I hold her down and suck on her clit, loving the high-pitched whimpers and cries that fall from her parted lips. She’s getting close. I can feel her back arching beneath me as she rises to meet her orgasm. A gush of liquid trickles down my chin as she comes with my tongue stroking the inner walls of her cunt, and I devour her like she’s the last meal I’ll ever eat.

“Grey,” she gasps, surrendering to my touch and letting me take her exactly where she needs to go. “I love feeling you inside me,” she murmurs. “I love coming for you.” She tugs on my hair and sends goosebumps racing down my neck. “I love hurting for you.” She strokes her fingers over my cheek as I continue to lap at her cunt.

“And I love how sweet you taste with cinnamon oil rubbed into your pretty pussy,” I murmur against her soft folds. I kiss my way across her thighs, run my tongue over the curve of her ass, sink my teeth into the sharp angle of her hip bone—etching sonnets of love into her soft body with my mouth.

Finally on my feet, I lean over her bare, glistening body and press my lips against hers, letting her taste the sweetness of her arousal. She moans into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss, resting my full weight against her and tangling my fingers in her curls. She still wears a crown of golden feathers in her hair, and she’s never looked so ethereal as she does right now while she whimpers and moans beneath me.

“How do you feel, angel?” I ask, pulling away enough that she can breathe for a moment.

“Everything burns. But I like it so much more than I should.”

“So perfect,” I sigh, twisting my hands in her hair and tugging hard. “Do you want to feel the burn deeper? Do you want it to spear you all the way to your core?”

“Yes,” she moans. “How?”

I slide the head of my cock through her swollen folds before lining it up with her slick hole. “I can fuck you. Itwill spread the oil deeper inside you. The cinnamon oil on your pussy will hurt me too, but I don’t mind taking a little pain for you. Would you like that?”

She opens her legs wider for me. “Yes, please.”

So brave. So perfect. Somine.

“Brace yourself, little ruin. This is going to hurt like hell.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

ANGÉLICA

My entire body feels like it’s been scorched—inside and out. My fingertips still burn with the lingering sting of the cinnamon oil, but everywhere else has dulled to a subtle, aching heat. It’s arousing to feel the fire of Grey’s torment with the oil across my tits and between my thighs and deep inside my pussy. He seared himself into my skin, and somehow the constant, unyielding warmth of it keeps me from being nervous as we walk back down to join the others in Hell.

People may still be staring, but I’m no longer fixated on the suffocating heaviness of their attention like I was when we first walked into the large, flame-lined space used as a communal play and fuck area. Right now, the only thing I see and feel is Grey. I’m high on the pleasure of submitting my body to his delicious torture, and I never want to come down.

A shiver of cold sends goosebumps scattering across my bare legs. It’s no surprise that Grey destroyed my beautiful gown while he had me at his mercy upstairs, so I’m wearing the little gold thong with his black and gold suit coat buttoned below my tits like a very short mini dress. The crown of golden feathers is stillin my hair, and the flakes of gold painted on my skin are surprisingly smudge-proof, so I’m currently a ridiculous combination of being underdressed and overdressed at the same time.

Thankfully, Grey and I left our masks upstairs along with my wings. I wish I’d been brave enough to destroyhisshirt so I could enjoy the sight of his tattoos a little longer. For someone who is blessed with enough masculine beauty to rival any man I’ve ever seen, Grey definitely wears too many damn clothes.

He squeezes my hand as we descend the stairs, and I squeeze his in return, loving how we can slip back into being a normal couple after all the kinky shit we just did in his private room. Then again, I’m not sure if the two of us will ever benormal.

“I don’t see Finn or Ashford,” Grey says as he scans the room for signs of his friends. It’s hard to tell who is who with most people still in their masks.

“I’m pretty sure they’re still upstairs,” I answer with a wince of embarrassment. “I think I recognized Kara’s scream from the room beside ours as we walked out.”

“Listening to the neighbors fuck, naughty girl?” Grey chuckles. “And that bastard Finn promised the rooms were soundproof.”

“Wonder how Caden got her to scream like that.” I suppress a shudder. The man is terrifying, even though Kara seems well-equipped to handle him.

“Well, we could always watch if you’re interested,” Grey offers with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes they enjoy an audience.”

I turn to glare at him. “And how wouldyouknow?”

Grey’s brows knit together when he realizes he said something that will get him into trouble.

“Shit, I forgot to tell you about that,” he admits, looking guilty. “Kara gave me a blowjob once. I promise it was the first and last time she saw my beautiful cock. Ashford was there andwatched the whole thing. I didn’t mean to keep it secret—I just genuinely forgot.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and presses me against his chest. I feel his lips bury in my curls, and he places a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against my hair.

“Oh it’s alright,” I respond as well as I can with my cheeks crushed by the strength of his arms wrapped around me.

Grey pulls away slightly to study my face, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Really?”