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Lorcan lowered my chin and pushed farther into my mouth as my fingers glided in and out of my sopping cunt.

His hand twisted in my hair. Each hard thrust hit the back of my throat, bringing more moans and restricting my ability to find air.

My fingers curled inside me, finding the place to drive me on, to give the man dominating me everything he wanted.

“Such… a good… fucking… girl…” he growled as I tried to breathe around his girth. The rhythm of my fingers matched his thrusts, forcing sounds from deep within me, wetter than I had ever remembered being, my moans closer to wanton sobs of pleasure than anything else.

Without warning, he pulled my head off his hardness and raised my eyes to his. I drew in a sharp breath and relished the unobstructed air flowing into my lungs while groaning at the rhythm of my fingers, arching into them, never losing Lorcan’s gaze.

“Let me have those,” he commanded, pointing at my hand between my legs.

I raised it toward him, and he guided my fingers to his lips, licking and sucking every drop of my wetness from them as though it were the only thing he craved.

He pointed at the cushion next to me when he finished cleaning me.

“Lie back and brace yourself with your hands on the arm because I am going to fuck you—hard—until you can no longer stand.”

Did he mean it? Could I take that much? I didn’t speak.

I didn’t need to. My nipples still stood in peaks as the soft cushion cradled my back.

I raised my hands above my head and pressed into the arm of the couch.

He rolled the hard nubs between his fingers.

“Someday, I’ll see exactly how much these can take.

Or maybe bend you over that arm and listen to you beg for me to fuck your ass, but for now… ”

My heart raced as I savored his words. They thrilled me—and terrified me, not because of him, but because I realized how much I needed whatever he would give me.

What kind of pain would he unleash on my breasts?

And his cock in my ass—he’d destroy me from behind.

He was too big, and I was too tight, yet the thought of him ripping me open made my cunt ache.

How could I admit I wanted to be used like that—wrecked—hard and slow and without mercy? He would think I was insane.

“Are you ready, wildflower?” His voice was low, turning my insides into a pool.

He leaned forward, allowing a hand to drop to the arm of the couch next to mine as he used the other to line his cock up with my entrance. I closed my eyes and gasped as his tip stretched my cunt as it had my lips, which still tingled from the feel.

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing into my hands to brace myself, choosing to give myself to him.

His fingers dug into the arm of the couch, the tendons in his wrists straining as he shoved his hips forward to meet mine in a punishing thrust. A scream came from me as the pain from his cock slamming into my wetness bloomed—a pain I welcomed.

I pushed harder against the arm, not sure if my screams were from pain or the desire for more, whichever he would give me.

My breasts bounced with each attack, driving me higher, further, beyond what I could have imagined.

He flicked his hips into me, his hardness stretching, filling, and completing me in every way.

Each thrust built a heat I couldn’t deny or contain, an edge only he could push me over.

“Lorcan, I’m going to…” A whimper fell from my chest. “I can’t stop…

” My body tensed and shuddered, my hands flying to his chest. My cunt throbbed with a pain I greedily accepted—wanted, chased even.

He slid an arm behind my shoulders, holding me close to him, and he pounded into my quivering cunt, wave after wave of ecstasy engulfing me.

“That’s it, wildflower.” His breaths were ragged, his voice soothing, his pace never slowing.

“Your walls are gripping me so damn hard. Come for me… And keep coming so I can. Make me … Keep… Gah.” His words melted to a groan as he pushed as deep into me as he could, my breasts billowing on his chest as we trembled as one, before his head fell to my shoulder.

“Perfect. So fucking good,” he whispered, his words strained as he continued to milk his orgasm with small thrusts. “Mine. Forever.”

I melted at his words, wanting more—everything, all of him—until it hurt and he marked me as his.

Air rushed between us as he shifted, his mouth hovering over my neck.

Euphoric pain shot through me as his teeth sank into the soft flesh below my ear, his body shaking as his orgasm rippled through him to complement mine.

He rocked back and forth on top of me, his tongue and lips soothing the pain of his bite as streams of his warm seed coated my insides and I shattered again, no longer certain where he ended and I began.

The squeal of the train’s brakes matched the screams that echoed in my mind.

My heart clenched, and my stomach twisted.

I raised my hand to my neck where Lorcan’s teeth had been.

I had never wanted pain, never sought it out.

But with him, my body and mind craved something different from my previous partners.

I sought to surrender—submit—allow him to use me for his desires in ways I hadn’t even thought of yet because his greatest desire had been my pleasure.

But this was it, I promised myself. This was the last time I fantasized about him—about us, about what we could be—because I wasn’t who he wanted.

I sealed my thoughts into a darkened corner of my heart, vowing never to think of them again once I stepped off this train.

I grabbed my suitcase and picked my way down the steps and onto the platform.

It wasn’t until the wind hit my face that I realized streams of tears coated my cheeks.