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“Oh my god,” Sadie gasps as I work the toy deeper into her ass.

The sound of her voice—breathless, desperate—sends a surge of heat through my veins. I twist the toy, watching her back arch in response.

“Are you liking your ass getting fucked, little butterfly?” I ask, my voice a dangerous purr. My free hand slides beneath her, fingers exploring the slick evidence of her arousal.

“No,” she pants, her head hanging between her shoulders. “I don’t like it.”

The lie makes me chuckle. My fingers come away coated in her wetness, and I notice how her arousal has created a glistening puddle on the leather bench beneath her. Such a beautiful contradiction—her mouth saying one thing while her body reveals the truth.

“Liar,” I growl. “I can see the mess you’re making. Your pussy is absolutely drenched.”

She turns her face away, but I catch the flush spreading across her cheeks.

“There’s no shame in enjoying this,” I continue, fucking her with the toy while my other hand returns to the soaking heat between her legs. “Your body knows what it wants, even if you won’t admit it.”

Her hips push back against the intrusion despite her verbal protests. Her resistance fascinates me—my little butterfly fighting herself more fiercely than she fights me.

“Such a stubborn thing,” I murmur, circling her clit with my thumb. “Denying yourself pleasure out of pride.”

I increase the toy’s rhythm, watching her body respond to each thrust despite her verbal denials. Her resistance only heightens my arousal, it’s intoxicating.

“You won’t believe it when my cock is deep in your ass,” I tell her, my voice thick with desire. “Plowing you open until you forget how to breathe.”

Her muscles clench around the toy at my words, another telltale sign of her excitement.

“You’ll be screaming my name,” I continue, leaning closer to her ear, “begging me for mercy and release. And I’ll decide when—or if—you get either.”

I withdraw the toy slowly, admiring how her body clings to it, reluctant to let go. Setting it aside, I coat my cock liberally with lubricant, stroking myself as I position the blunt head against her prepared entrance.

“Your tight little virgin ass is about to belong to me,” I whisper, increasing the pressure gradually without yet breaching her. “Just like the rest of you.”

I pause, savoring the moment of anticipation—her body trembling beneath mine, her breathing shallow and quick. The thought of taking what’s never belonged to another makes my cock throb against her.

“Remember this moment, little butterfly,” I say, gripping her hip with one hand while guiding myself with the other. “The last second before you became completely mine.”

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SADIE

Ifeel the hot press of Landon’s cock against my ass, and every muscle in my body goes rigid. My breathing stops completely.

“You’re tensing,” he murmurs, his hand stroking down my spine. “Breathe.”

I can’t. The toy was one thing—impersonal. But this is Landon’s cock. This is him about to take the last part of me that’s never been claimed.

“I can’t,” I whisper, panic rising in my throat. “You’re too big. I’ve never—no one has ever?—”

“I know,” he says. “That’s why I’m taking my time. That’s why I’m the one who should have this part of you.”

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as the pressure increases. Not entering, just threatening to. Testing my resistance.

And God help me, that resistance is what’s making the space between my legs flood with heat. My pussy grows wetter with each second that he holds me on this precipice of invasion.

Why am I like this? What’s wrong with me—that being restrained, taken against my protests, treated like a possession makes a dark, hungry part of me unfurl?

I know the answer. I’ve always known.

I’m broken. The assault broke a fundamental part of me, twisted my responses until fear and arousal became so tangled that I couldn’t separate them. Until the thing I should fight against the hardest became the thing that makes me burn the brightest.