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Sin

"No." My voice sounds almost as hard as my dick. I wince. She could have asked for my money, my empire, my fucking heart, at that moment and I’d have given it… Okay, maybe not the last one. Dominance in bed is the one thing I will not compromise on.

She tilts her head, the expression on her face a mirror to the one I’ve pulled on her so often. The back of my neck heats. My cock leaps against my palm. How is it that I can possibly find her attempt to take control so… so arousing?

I glare at her, and she sets her jaw.

"You said you’d give me your body."

I jerk my chin.

"Then this…" she stares at my crotch, "all of this is mine."

This woman. Fuck. How can she surprise me so much? Blood rushes to my groin. My balls grow so hard that I am sure I’m going to jizz myself right there, right now.

"You’ll let me take your ass."

She nods.

"Your pussy."

She hesitates, then tosses her head.

"Your mouth."

The pulse beats so fast at her throat that I am sure it’s going to tear through her skin.

"At the same time?"

I tilt my head and she juts out her chin. "Okay."

"Anytime I want?"

She squeezes her eyes together, "Why do I get a feeling I am going to regret this?"

You have no idea, little Bird.

She cracks her eyelids open. "What else?"

Smart woman, she knows I am not done yet, hmm? A surge of pride fills my chest. She’s come far, my wife, in a few days.

"I will allow you to lead…" Her breath catches.

"Once."

"You…" She swallows. "You’d do that?"

Yeah, what I said earlier? Clearly, I am bloody good at lying to myself, for when it comes to her… Turns out, I am unable to disappoint her. All for a reason, of course. It’s the long game that matters. That’s me. I bide my time. Never retreat. Keep my focus on the target. Revenge. What a hollow word. It’s second nature now. It’s what’s driven me so far. I can’t let down the Seven either. Giving up the thing that defines me? A price I hadn’t thought I’d ever have to pay.

Doing it for her? Yeah, only her. Only for her.

"Don’t celebrate yet." I splay my fingers on the back of her waist. She flattens her shoulders, her arse juts out. Perfectly heart-shaped. My beautiful responsive, Bird.

I line up my dick with the crease between her butt cheeks. She squirms. I apply enough pressure, so she turns her head toward me. I drop my head and brush my mouth over hers. She stiffens. I swipe my tongue between her lips and she whimpers. I tilt my head, deepen the kiss and she opens for me. I draw from her, suck on her tongue, bite down on the infuriating crease in her lower lip. She cries out and I swallow down the sound, at the same time that I slide my hips forward.

My cock nudges against her back hole and she murmurs deep in her throat.