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The pink hue that coats her cheeks runs down her neck and blossoms over her chest, dancing with the way her breaths rapidly fall from her lips.

Before I can get too lost in the beauty before me, I reach for the waistband of her pants and pull her toward me, this time edging back so her ass hangs off the bed.

Adjusting my knees, I keep her legs spread so she doesn’t immediately hit the floor as I tighten my hold on the material and tug.

Tearing sounds echo around her room as the fabric falls to the floor in tatters, leaving her in nothing but her socks and boots.

“No panties? Definitely a whore,” I growl, and her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her as her cheeks grow pinker.

It takes all of my willpower not to squeeze my dick and show her just how much she’s driving me crazy right now.

Her pretty pink pussy is on full display, glistening under the glow of her bedroom light as her breaths start to quicken.

“Lincoln,” she whispers, and I shake my head.

“If you want to come, you’ll shut your fucking mouth.”

Her eyes manage to widen but her lips clamp shut, and I immediately hate the silence that deafens me. I want her cries, her pleas, her wails, but my fucking ego decided to do the talking and I can’t back down now.

I snarl, just as angry with myself as I am with her, so I redirect my attention to her center.

With her ass still hanging off the bed, I hold a hand at the base of her spine, leveraging to keep her up as my free hand trails over her sensitive skin. Her clit throbs beneath my touch as I circle my thumb over the tight nub before teasing through her folds, seeking out her core.

Heat engulfs my fingers, evidence of her arousal on my tips as she hums, lips pressed together to hide her cry of pleasure.

I thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, extracting a scream from her lips, one that bounces off the walls, possibly every single one in the entire building, and a salacious grin curls my lips. My eyes latch on to hers, boring deeper as she presses her lips together again, realizing her error.

I still, fingers deep inside her as I cock a brow.

“What did I warn you about that fucking mouth of yours?”

She gulps, and I twist my fingers, watching her eyelids flutter and her grip on the sheets at her sides tighten.

This is fun. Too fucking fun.

“I’m sorry,” she rushes, and I lean over her.

“For what, exactly?”

Her lips part, but no answer comes, so I withdraw my fingers and slam them back inside of her. She writhes beneath me, her face a cloud of emotions. “That’s it, Midnight. Ride my fingers like the whore you are,” I growl, and her hips move faster as her back arches, her body taking complete control.

“Call me that again.”

I wait on bated breath for the rest of her threat to come, but when nothing else is said, I quickly realize it’s not a challenge at all, but a plea. Fuck. A fact confirmed as her eyes narrow on mine. “Please.”

I snarl, hovering so close that her chest is an inch from my chin as I fuck her relentlessly with my fingers. “Come little whore. Come, come, come.”

My teeth latch on to her taut peak at my right and she screams, the sound rippling through my bones as she takes my command and explodes at my touch.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers, riding wave after wave of ecstasy, a feeling I can’t get enough of, but before I soften to her presence, I remember my anger and retract my hand a moment later.

She groans, instantly missing the fullness as I stand tall, adjust my knees, and let her fall. She sighs as her ass hits the carpeted floor beneath her, unfazed as she bends her knees. As she leans back against the bed, naked from the ankles up, she’s never looked so fucking hot.

Has he seen her like this?

One single thought and I’m frothing at the mouth with rage again.

Her eyelids are almost closed as she tries to catch her breath, but the reprieve is short-lived as I grab her hair and pull her closer. She gasps, her narrowed eyes finding mine, but it doesn’t last long as I shift her farther forward, so she’s forced to catch herself on her palms.

With one hand nestled in her hair, I turn, opening the door of her armoire to reveal the floor-length mirror hidden inside. I don’t need to say a word as she observes her reflection. I wonder what she thinks she looks like?

Delicious.

Intoxicating.

“Whore,” she breathes, the corner of her mouth tilting up in satisfaction as her eyes latch on to mine in the mirror.

I sink to the floor behind her, friction burning at my knees as my pants grate against the carpet. My hold on her hair tightens, tilting her head back slightly as I admire the arch to her back as she raises her ass in the air for me.

She might be a whore, but I don’t want her any other way. She’s perfect.

The first time I took her, the second… fuck. She was made for me, for us , but admitting that out loud is impossible because now it seems she was made for him too.

Beads of sweat trickle down her spine as I use my free hand to unbutton my pants and reveal my cock. It throbs desperately, and before I can even bring myself to remember or practice safe sex, my dick is enveloped in her heat as I thrust into her in one deep stroke.

She cries out, the sound much more muted now as she adjusts to my length, and my chin falls to my chest as I try to catch my breath.

What in the fuck is that?

No barrier between us… fuck.

Looking at our reflection, I note a similar pink tinge coating my skin too, and I have to sink my teeth into my bottom lip to hold back the impending climax that’s already tingling at the base of my spine.

“Please,” she whispers, leaning forward so her cheek is pressed into the carpet, and I bite back a groan, quickly realizing my hold on her hair has slackened as I got lost in her.

Regaining my composure, I tug at the strands, forcing her to look at her reflection again.

“If you want to be called a whore and treated like a whore, then you’re going to watch yourself act like a whore,” I growl, grabbing her waist with my free hand, and she clamps her lips together and nods, the desire shining brighter in her eyes.

Slowly, I pull out and slam straight back into her pussy, and by the third thrust, she’s trying to match my rhythm. I increase my pace and put more force behind every slam of my hips as the therapeutic sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.

My breath comes in short, sharp pants as my hand slips from her waist to the small of her back, grappling for purchase as I slam into her again and again.

“Fuck,” I croak, sweat clinging to every inch of me as I feel her bare for the first time, while watching her reaction from every angle. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

She hears my grunt and meets my next thrust with more strength and my cock loves it, seeking her out desperately, but I’m not entirely done with her yet.

“Touch yourself, Polaris. Bring yourself over the edge with me.” She shakes her head, eyeing me nervously in the mirror.

“Don’t tell me my little whore doesn’t know how to pleasure herself.

Don’t tell me you’ve never touched yourself thinking of me, of my brothers,” I add, watching her pupils dilate as I tug tighter on her hair and fuck her recklessly.

Nervously, she lifts her right hand, bringing it to her throat first before slowly running her fingertips over her collarbone, down between the valley of her breasts, before tracing over her stomach and finding her clit eagerly waiting.

She exhales, running her tongue over her bottom lip as I slap her ass for good measure. She groans at the contact, and I run my palm over the reddening flesh, easing the sting as I plow into her again and again.

“Don’t make me command it again, Midnight.”

The warning is clear, her fingers speed up, drawing tight circles around her clit six times before her eyes roll to the back of her head and her pussy squeezes my cock desperately.

Her release coats my length, ecstasy firing through my veins as she pulses around me, but before I do something I’ll regret, I pull out.

A red sex-induced haze clouds my vision as my dick pulses, but before the first spray releases, I grab the black fabric to my right, catching every ounce of my release as I groan.

Silence clings to the air, our ragged breaths the only sound as we come down from the highest of highs, greeted far too quickly with reality as I look at the material in my hands.

Slipping my cock away, I adjust myself and stand, looking down at Polaris’s wrecked form on the floor. Her eyes are on mine in the mirror still, understanding clear on her face as I hold the fabric covered in my cum.

“I’ll destroy everything he offers you, Midnight. Luckily for you, this was something as simple as a jacket.” I let it fall at my feet, stepping over her as the rage quickly settles in my gut again. It’s no longer tainted by the desire I have for her. Not for now at least.

“Don’t go.” Her words are nothing more than a breath of air as I reach her bedroom door, freezing me in place as my heart thunders in my chest. I don’t say anything, but I don’t move either, prompting her to call out my name. “Lincoln.”

I glance back over my shoulder. To do what, I don’t know, but she must sense the walls are back in place because she stands, making no effort to hide herself from me as she sighs.

“If you leave, this is it. It’s the last time because I can’t do this with you anymore. I’m supposed to be strengthening myself so I can try and fucking survive this place, but you’re tearing me down time and time again.”

Her words are like bullets straight to my heart, but the door handle turns in my grasp.

“I mean it, Lincoln. I swear it,” she promises, but I don’t see the anger in her eyes because I turn away, stepping over the threshold and letting the door swing shut behind me.

A scream haunts me from the other side of the wood, leaving me to wonder what the fuck I’ve just done.