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Then I spun her gently, stepping behind her. Her back arched, legs trembling slightly from the pleasure still echoing through her.

The snake hissed again, tightening once more around her neck. She gasped, not in panic, in pleasure.

“Harder,” she whispered.

I smacked her ass once, the sound echoing off the walls, the chain clinking against the metal above. Her body jolted, then melted into it. I grabbed her hips, pulled her close, and thrust inside her in one long, deep stroke.

She cried out, voice raw, high, perfect.

I wasn’t gentle.

I didn’t need to be.

And she didn’t want me to be.

THIRTEEN

LENORE

IthinkIforgothow to breathe.

My scream tore from my throat like it had claws. It scraped out of me, raw, as he drove into me with the kind of rhythm that made my spine arch and my soul rattle.

Pleasure bloomed,jagged like glass melting inside my skin. Every thrust carved me open, deeper, wider. His grip on my hips was strong, and his pace was relentless. Thrusting inside me, and not stopping for a second.

I was unraveling.

One hand braced against the cold wall, the other wrapped in the chain above, but none of it anchored me,hedid. Every breath was stolen by the weight of him inside me, by the way, he stretched me, filled me, ruined me.

He leaned in, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear, voice pouring into me like poison laced with honey.

“You’re going to come for me.”

The words didn’t land in my ears, they rooted between my legs. My knees buckled. My chest stuttered. My brain fizzed out, sparking on nothing but the command in his tone.

I nodded.

Or tried to.

It didn’t matter. My body moved first, betraying me beautifully.

The heat cracked through my belly and up my spine, blinding and brutal. I clenched around him so hard I felt his breath stutter against my skin, a ragged inhale likeIwas chokinghim.

He didn’t stop. Heslammedinto me, again, and again, and again, until the pleasure ripped through me, messy, stealing every ounce of strength I had left.

I shattered with a sob, my legs collapsing beneath me, caught only by the arms that had just undone me.

And when he came, it wasn’t silent.

He growled.

A deep growl, chest pressed to my back, hips flush against my ass as he spilled into me, pulsing.

His hand slid around my neck, not tight, not harsh, just there. Like a collar. Like he was holding me together, piece by trembling piece. His pet snake crawled to him, passing from my neck to his hand as she knew that letting me go would bring him peace.

I slumped forward, breath hiccuping out of me, the chain creaking above as it caught my weight. My thighs shook. My lips were parted, but no words came.

He didn’t move right away.