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Chapters (41)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Part Two
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Epilogue
  40. Trigger Warnings
  41. Other Books

“Told you to be quiet…” I kiss her nose before going back down her body, circling her clit. I nibble my way down to her entrance and suck up the blood that’s dripping out before running my nose over her clit again and suck on it softly. Her back arches and her thighs drip with sweat when her hands fly to my hair to keep me in place.

I chuckle over her clit. “Hungry little slut.” Her body jolts and her legs shake as liquid squirts out of her, and I look between what just happened and her face.

“Wh—?” she asks, muffled by the belt.

“Fuck. I am fucked.” I lean down and lap up all of her release, flicking my tongue around her pussy before making my way up her body again. I reach for the buckle and she breathes out loudly.

“What did I do?”

I run the base of my thumb over the red indentations of the belt over her face. I need to see more marks on her… “Nothing. You’re actually fucking perfect, Ruby Rose…”

Her cheeks turn pink as she lowers herself back onto the bed, her hand finding my hair. “Can you kiss me?”

“You’ll never have to ask me that again. Fuck.” I lower my lips to hers and kiss her. Hard. Then softly. She matches my speed whatever I do, and when her hips start bucking up to meet me again, I pause, inching back to look down at her. “You sure?”

“You asking for consent?”

“I don’t know…” I grin down at her. “Would you rather I didn’t?”

She rolls her lips beneath her teeth to hide her smile, and I swear it’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen. “I’d rather you take what you want.”

I press against her and her legs widen. Pushing into her slowly, I hold my breath as she tightens around my dick like a fucking clamp.

“I want it to hurt…” she whispers. “I like the pain…”

“Shit.” I slam into her roughly, grabbing a fist of her hair and yanking her head back. When her face scrunches in pain, I slam my hand over her mouth and draw out before diving into her again, this time so hard her body moves up the bed.

I watch as every thrust, her eyes start to weaken and her body turns limp. Moving my hand from her mouth, I kiss her roughly as I fuck her so hard I feel the insides of her like a map I already know the path to.

She leans up to catch my lip between her teeth when I shove her back onto the bed. “Don’t fucking move.”

She moans, and I lean back onto my knees, lifting her from her ass and directing her on top of me.