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“Fine.”

The word stops her mid-sentence.

“Fine?” She blinks at me, clearly not expecting agreement.

I grab her hips, pulling her flush against me so she can feel my hard cock pressing against her stomach.

“Take your pill,detka.” I lean down, biting her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. “Won’t stop me from breeding you all night. From filling this tight pussy so full of cum it drips out of you for days.”

Her breath catches.

“By the time I’m done with you—” I slide one hand between her thighs. “—you’ll be overflowing. My seed will be so deep inside you, you’ll feel it with every step.”

“That’s—” Her voice wavers. “That’s insane.”

“You keep saying that.” I thrust two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her jerk. “Like you expect it to change anything.”

She whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance.

“I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this building.” I add a third finger, feeling her stretch around them. “Going to pump load after load into this greedy cunt until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Alexi—”

“And when you think you can’t take any more—” I press my thumb against her clit, making her cry out. “—I’m going to fuck you again. Going to make sure every inch of your pussy is coated with my cum.”

Her legs shake, threatening to give out completely.

“You’re going to limp for a week.” I bite her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Going to feel me inside you every time you sit down. Every time you walk. Every fucking time you breathe.”

“Oh god?—”

“And that pill?” I curl my fingers harder, feeling her inner walls start to flutter. “Won’t change the fact that I owned you tonight. That I marked you from the inside out.”

14

IRIS

The morning after pill sits like lead in my stomach.

I stare at my laptop screen, cursor blinking on line forty-seven of code I’ve rewritten six times. The numbers blur together, meaningless symbols that might as well be hieroglyphics.

My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache.

Every time I shift in my chair, I feel it—the phantom sensation of Alexi inside me, the ghost of his cum dripping down my thighs. I took a forty-minute shower this morning, scrubbing until my skin turned red, but I swear I can still smell him on me.

“Coffee?” Maya appears in my doorway, mug in hand.

I shake my head. The thought of putting anything else in my stomach makes me nauseous.

“Iris—”

“I’m fine.” The lie tastes bitter. “Just tired.”

She doesn’t move, studying me with that therapist look she perfected in grad school. The one that says she knows I’m full of shit.

“Did you take it?”

I don’t have to ask what she means. Maya’s the only person who knows where I went last night, who I was with. I told her about Alexi’s insane breeding fantasy.