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“Is that a shock collar?” He asks quietly.

“Mhm,” I nod.

His eyes shift up to me. “And will you be using it on me?”

I let the collar swing from my finger as my expression becomes contemplative. “Depends on whether you disobey me or not.”

This is the game. I want him to disobey—to make a move without my permission just so I can show him what Elysian really is. He won’t regret it for a second.

I see the challenge flicker in his eyes, and I’m instantly turned on by how his features darken. He steps forward, never breaking eye contact as he takes the collar from me and fastens it around his neck.

I pull out the remote, turning them both on before resting it down on the bedside table. The stakes are set, and I’m already anticipating the morning.

Chapter twenty-six

Reed

Sleeping beside Thalia is a reward all on its own. We fit together perfectly, and for some reason, my slumber is much deeper than if I’m alone in bed. As the morning sun peeks through her curtains, I blink my eyes open as I nuzzle deeper into her neck.

Thalia is still asleep; her form rising and falling gently with her breaths. For a moment, I just stare at her—the swell of her hips, the softness that relaxes her delicate features, and the part of her plump lips as she lightly snores. I brush her hair behind her ear, kissing her cheek tenderly.

“I respect you,” I whisper as the air around us shifts and my hard cock grinds into her backside. “But I can’t go down without a fight.”

I roll her onto her stomach, already positioning myself between her legs as I spread her pretty thighs for me. She stirs, but she isn’t fast enough as I push inside her, burning myself to the hilt.

Her eyes snap open and a gasp tears from her throat. I don’t give her time to adjust—I fuck her hard, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin filling the room. My hand fists in her hair, yanking her head back so she’s forced to look at me.

“Stay still,” I growl.

Thalia’s arm shoots toward the nightstand where the remote sits. Her fingers stretch, brushing the edge of the table, but I’m faster. I grab her wrist and slam it down beside her head, pinning it there. At the same time, my other hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch.

“You’re not getting it,” I taunt, voice low and steady. I drive into her deeper, the head of my cock hitting the same spot over and over. Every thrust knocks her body up the bed. Her free hand claws at my wrist on her throat, but I only tighten my grip and keep pounding.

I lean down, teeth scraping her jaw. “You put this collar on me. Now you’re going to take every inch while I decide when you cum.”

I release her throat just long enough to slap her cheek lightly, then grab it again, thumb pressing against her pulse. My cock drags out almost completely before slamming back in, stretching her open each time.

Thalia’s legs shake beneath me. She tries again to reach for the remote, body twisting, but my weight keeps her pinned. I pull her hair harder, forcing her head to the side so I can bite the side of her neck while I fuck her into the mattress. The wet sounds grow louder as her pussy clenches around me and I see fucking stars.

I don’t slow down. I fuck her like I own her—rough, relentless, using her body for my own pleasure while she struggles beneath me for the one thing that could stop me. Every time her fingers get close to the nightstand, I yank her back, slam into her harder, and tighten my hold on her throat until all she can do is take it.

Pretty tears slide down her cheeks, and she cries out my name. Her pussy spasms around me, making my teeth grind as my orgasm begins to tingle at the base of my spine. One of my hands leaves her, shooting out to grab the remote to the collar. I force it into her palm, guiding her fingers to the buttons.

“Punish me, Little Devil,” I order in her ear.

She presses the button, making the collar ignite. This isn’t some brief zap or even a tingle. No, the setting must be high, because a current flies across my pulse, making my lips part on an involuntary sound as my muscles twitch and contract.

“I’m—coming!” Thalia screams as her walls pulse around my shaft.

My orgasm slams into me with full force as the last dregs of the shock tingle through my system. I’m blinded by the intensity as I press a hand to the center of her back and bury myself deep with a guttural groan. Heat floods between us, dripping out of her stuffed pussy and making a mess all over the bed. I can feel every drop and do the one thing that’s on my mind.

I pull back, letting myself slide out of her until I run a finger up her swollen cunt, collecting our release and shoving it back into her. I watch the whole time, her sounds spilling from her as I keep everything inside. I’m enraptured by how well she takes it all, not fussing or trying to push me away.

She’s a good girl.

And I want to reward that.

I lean forward, kissing her sweaty temple tenderly. “Such a good fucking girl. I love how pretty I make you look when I’m stuffed inside of you.”