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He restrains my wrists behind my back with my lace underwear.

“What are you doing?” I fret.

“Shh. Trust me, baby.”

Thew.

Spit.

I look over my shoulder. A slippery string falls from his mouth and lands in the middle of my ass.

“Ready for me here, you neglected thing?” he rasps, then swirls his thumb over the tight ring of muscle.

“No!” I say, my voice resurrected.

I’ll already hurt tomorrow, though, and I’ve given him so much of myself. I can’t give Killian one more inch of me.

Just then, my overstimulated clit ignites again and I buck, running from the toy yet having nowhere to go. Hell, I couldn’t get up if I wanted to. My body won’t work. The elastic digs into my wrists as I try to break free. I’m at Killian’s mercy in every way — physically, emotionally, maybe even something more. I don’t know.

His thumb presses down to advance, I cry and wail his name.

He doesn’t stop.

Limp, tense — everything — I scrape for words to make him stop.

It hits.

“You’re mine, Killian. Remember? You’re not supposed to hurt me.”

His body freezes. The toy drops. He grips my hips and groans, reaching his apex of pleasure. His body folds over mine, his skin slick with sweat and hot with desire. He pants against my ear.

“Will you remember me?”

“I’ll remember you,” I breathe.

I will. I’ll always remember the night I gave myself to the worst man possible.

And God, I loved it.

I lay there, gasping for breath, my mind a hazy blur as the haunting melody of Glycerine drifts from my phone, its source lost somewhere in the room.

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Killian

Thump, thump, thump!

My eyes flutter open. I’m in bed. Harlow’s bed. It finally happened.

I fucked my lowly CNA.

Thump, thump, thump!

Someone’s here. She rolls out of bed, grabbing a shirt and shorts. She wobbles down the hall, barely awake.

The soft creak of a door opening sounds. I’m already up, peeking out of the window. By the door, a man stands dressed in gray slacks and a white button-up shirt. His blonde hair is freshly buzzed and he looks happy to see her.

“Hey, beautiful.”