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I lowered to my knees, standing above her as I pulled off my hoodie and T-shirt. Then, I pulled a condom out of my pocket and ripped it open.

“You may think I f*ck with your head,” I said, looking down at her as I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans, “but you don’t know what you’ve done to me all these years.”

I came down on top of her, forcing her legs apart as I pushed her arms back over her head and held her down with one hand.

Rolling the condom on, I dragged my cock up and down her wet slit, finding her hot entrance.

I breathed hard, whispering over her lips. “You don’t know.”

And I thrust my hips, sliding my cock inside of her tight *.

“Oh, God,” she groaned.

I leaned down, holding my body flush with hers as I slid out and back in again, picking up pace.

“You’re so f*cking hot inside,” I growled, taking her lips and kissing her deep and hard. Her tongue brushed mine, sending a jolt straight to my cock.

So f*cking tight. I slid my hand underneath her ass, holding her in place as I drove her into the dirt and f*cked her.

“Goddamn,” I gasped out, thrusting my hips again and again and again, pounding into her harder and faster.

Her tits bounced back and forth as I slammed into her, burying my cock up to the hilt every time.

She whimpered, her moans getting louder and louder, and I felt her clench around my cock, squeezing me like a steel band.

My abs tightened, feeling my blood rush to my groin and the heat build in my dick.

“Rika, f*ck,” I groaned. I was coming.

Leaning my head down into her neck, I kept pounding her as I spoke in her ear. “Come on, you little slut,” I growled low. “You’re such a good f*ck. Spread those legs for me.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, sucked in a breath, and threw her head back, my dirty words sending her over the edge.

“Oh, Michael. Oh, God!” she cried out, stilling as I thrusted harder and harder.

I squeezed her ass in my hand and pinched her jaw between my teeth. “Goddamn, Rika. So f*cking good.”

Leaning up, I watched her beautiful face as I dived inside of her wet heat over and over again. A blush spread across her cheeks, and she pinched her bottom lip between her teeth, enjoying every inch.

My dick swelled, and then I thrust one more time before pulling out of her, ripping off the condom, and taking my cock in my hand, stroking it up and down until I spilled.

My cum shot out, falling across her bare stomach and tits, and I tightened my abs, the pleasure too much.

I’d never seen anything so f*cking hot.

Every muscle in my body warmed, and the f*cking release went to my head and filled every inch of my skin.

I tried to catch my breath and sat back on my heels, tucking my cock back in my jeans.

But gazing down at her, I damn-near wanted to go again. Her hands were still bound above her head, her tits looked entirely too inviting, and her schoolgirl skirt was pushed up.

She blinked up at me, a small smile on her face. “Can we do that again?”

I reached over, grabbing my sweatshirt to clean her up, and laughing under my breath.

Such a little monster.





I SAT IN THE CHAIR NEXT TO THE BED, my elbows resting on the top of my knees as I leaned over, watching her sleep. Deathbeds by Bring Me the Horizon played softly from the iPod on the nightstand, and I balled one of my fists inside the other, last night playing over and over in my head.

She’d passed out in the car on the way home from the catacombs, and I brought her in, undressed her, and put her in my bed.

Why had I put her in my bed?

Her leg peeked out of the gray sheets she was wrapped up in as she laid on her stomach with her head facing me. Her hair was all over the pillow and covering her eyes as her naked form lay silent and unmoving, only the small rise and fall of her body telling me that she was breathing.

She was worn out. It made sense. She’d been through the ringer last night.

I turned my head, seeing the sunlight shining through the windows out of the corner of my eye. Gritting my teeth, I turned back to her again. I wasn’t ready for the day to start. I wasn’t ready for the night to be over.

The edges of her feet and calves had smudges of dirt. Her hair was matted with a bit of the dark soil from the catacombs as well, and I knew she had bruises on her hips from our round two down there.

Bending her over that table had been nice.

Her wrists had a burn from the string I’d wrapped around them, and I could make out the small red mark where I’d bitten her jaw. I didn’t think I’d done it that hard, but she had the mark to prove it.

And she’d never looked sexier. Ever.

Her clothes lay in a filthy heap on the floor, including the lacy pink panties I’d had so much fun removing, and I dropped my eyes, wanting nothing more than to stop time.

I’d never been with a woman that fed my lust like she had. I’d never role-played, worn my mask, played games, or anything like that with anyone. Fuck, feed, kiss, lick, moan, pump, come, and repeat. I’d gotten so f*cking lost.

But Rika was...

I leaned back in the chair, running my hand through my hair and unable to take my eyes off of her.

She said she didn’t trust me, but I knew it was a lie. I’d be willing to bet I was the one person she trusted the most.

She and I were the same, after all. We fought shame every day, struggling with who we could let see the real us, and we’d finally found each other.

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