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I hinge forward, watching him finger fuck me in the mirror, his eyes never leaving mine. He removes his fingers and runs the soft tip of his penis up and down my slit, lubricating his erection with my arousal, then sinks himself inside me, pushing the entire length of his shaft into my tight pussy in one thrust.

A choked moan leaves my lips at the sudden increase in pressure. His first few strokes are languid and deliberate as he stretches my walls. I bend forward, resting my forehead on my arms now crossed in front of me, and stand on my tiptoes to give him better access. Each thrust lifts me off the ground just a little, and fuck, do I want this.

“Look at me, Monroe,” Kieren barks as he picks up the pace.

“I said, look at me.” My head is jerked up from its perch by my hair, and even though my head feels too heavy to keep upright, I force the muscles of my neck to hold it in place. Satisfied I won’t look away, Kieren lets my damp strands go. The wet clap of his groin against my ass elicits heated groans, and just like the woman last night, I start begging. I beg him to fuckme harder, to ruthlessly spear my pussy like a savage, to slam into me until I burst.

I feel my orgasm begin to build alongside the sensation of mounting pressure.

“Pull out when you come,” I plead as his thrusts quicken.

“Fuck, baby, yes. Yes, I want you to soak me. Fucking squirt all over this floor. Fucking drench me, Monroe.”

I scream his name over and over again as he slams into me. The same two fingers that were inside me minutes ago press firmly against my clit, stroking, coaxing me to my breaking point before administering the pinch of pain I need to topple over the edge.

I’ve stopped breathing. My body clenches, turning red, waiting to push out my release.

“Kieren please,” are the last words I cry before he ruins me with one last thrust so deep, I can practically taste him. He pulls out, shooting hot ribbons of cum across my back, and I explode. My pussy pulses with my orgasm as I simultaneously bear down, squirting onto Kieren’s thighs just as he demanded. The sensation of such an intense climax, of that much liquid leaving my body, is… dizzying.

Is…

Oh God…

A fleeting thought to yell, to give warning that I’m going to pass out, flickers in my mind, but not fast enough.

I hit the floor.

And the world goes black.

30

MONROE

Six Months Prior to Present Day,

Morning After the March Full Moon Ceremony,

Sigma

“Itold you, it’s not fucking happening.”

Kieren’s loud voice startles me awake, and judging by the bright light flooding the bedroom, I must have been out for several hours.

“No, that’s bullshit. I’m not letting that freak touch her. She’s mine, Father.”

I strain to listen as the conversation pauses.

“No, it’s not that serious.”

Another pause, and I feel my palms start to sweat.

“Maybe I will offer her, but on my terms and my timeline… Yes, I do get to dictate this… Because it’s not your neck on the line or his, it’s mine… No. No, she’s not… Because I care! I’m the one who should reap the blessings, not him or any of the other fuckers in the room… Yes, of course I meant our family, notjust me. Listen, Father, I have to go. I’ll speak to you when I’m home.”

The key turns in the lock, and Kieren’s eyes flick to mine when he enters. I do my best to subdue my confused expression and greet him with a neutral face.

“You’re awake,” he comments with surprise. “How are you feeling? I was worried I would need to take you to the hospital.”

“Fine,” I rasp. “My head is killing me.”