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“Please, please, let me come, sir,” I plead with everything I have, and knowing we’re not alone makes it even hotter.

“Give me everything. Don’t hold back.” His hand curls around my throat while the toy drives me to the brink before he pulls it away.

“No, no, please, sir…”

His deep, raspy moan ripples through me. “I like the sound of you begging.”

A hand cups my center, grinding into me before slapping my pussy. The pulsating desperation makes me dizzy. I hear the metallic jingle of his belt, and my blood pumps violently in my veins, hoping he fucks me and fills me.

But instead, a strike lands sharp and hot against my thigh.

“Yes, God, yes!” My voice breaks with pleasure. “Again.”

“Again what?”

“Sir. Again, sir.” The words quiver out of me. I’ve never felt this much pleasure before.

Another blow comes, harder this time, biting into my other thigh. The belt lashes over my ass, the backs of my legs, each strike driving me higher and pushing me closer to that edge.

“Your skin…” he groans behind me. “The most perfect shade of red, katyonak.”

Something loops around my neck, pulling my head back. I can’t see him, but I don’t have to. I can feel the feral heat in his gaze.

“Please…I need it.”

“What do you need?” His breath ghosts over my ear. “Say it.”

“I-I need to come, sir.”

“Then come.” With a growl, he drives his cock into me in one brutal thrust, and my body arches, stars bursting behind my eyes.

He pulls the belt tighter, his grip fierce, his pace ruthless.

Every time he rams into me, I cry out, unable to control myself. I shudder as the wand returns, pressed mercilessly at my clit. Theorgasm rips through me, shattering, uncontrollable, as I squirt all over him, legs shaking, vision going white at the edges.

“That’s it, come on. More.” He slams into me. “Show me how you belong to me, wife.”

I can’t stop. My body won’t let me. The more I come, the more I need to again. My hips move on instinct, seeking another release.

He laughs knowingly. “Don’t worry. I’m not stopping. Not until you beg me to. And even then, I’ll keep fucking you until your body breaks beneath me. Because that’s what you need.”

And he’s right. I never knew how badly I needed this. Not just to come, but to let go. To surrender completely. Not to share control, but to hand it over entirely. To lose myself in the wreckage and be reborn through it.

I needed more than just a fucking. I needed to be wrecked. Needed the pain to cleanse both my body and soul. And that’s what he’s giving me.

His body punishes mine with perfect rhythm, unforgiving and skilled. When the wand returns, another climax detonates through me, even harder than the last.

And if Mira or his brothers are watching? I couldn’t care less.

All that matters is this. Him. The way he breaks me apart and puts me back together.

Over and over again.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

EMILIA

The airinside the club still feels thick, buzzing with the energy of what just happened between us.