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When he reached my nipple, his tongue twirled around it, and my traitorous body reacted. My pussy dampened when he sucked the taut bud between his lips, a bolt of pleasure causing my hips to grind.

Jacob popped off my nipple to grin up at me. “So eager for my mouth, aren’t you, angel?” he chuckled, moving over to the other nipple and gently scraping his teeth against it, before his hot breath caressed it when he spoke. “Will you be this eager when I’m inside you?”

My breath caught at the sensation flowing through me, and despite the burn in my ass and my fury toward Jacob, a demanding throb pulsed between my legs, my pussy growing wetter with every tease of his tongue or teeth on my nipples.

I tried to ignore it, tried my damned hardest to ignore the flutters low in my belly, and the way my sensitive nipples ached when he switched between them, teasing them between his mouth. Finally, he carried on moving down, placing kisses over my stomach and pelvis before pushing my legs wider.

The movement sent a bolt of agony shooting through my body, but I didn’t have time to acknowledge it when Jacob flattened his tongue against my clit.

“Oh!” I cried, my back involuntarily arching off the back.

Whenever Jacob had done this to me in the past week, he usually started with slow, measured movements, gradually bringing me to a climax. Tonight, he acted like a starving man, and I was the only source of food. He shoved his face into my pussy, his lips wrapping around my clit and sucking hard, sending another flash of pleasure through my core.

Despite my body reacting, my brain demanded I didn’t let this man give me an orgasm, not after what he’d done to me. I closed my eyes, attempting to conjure up the charcoal drawing I’d spent all afternoon designing in a bid to ignore what Jacob was doing.

Maybe I needed to start the drawing again; there were a few mistakes I’d made, having never drawn with charcoal before. Or maybe I needed to…

My body was not getting the memo to ignore the pleasure Jacob was pulling from me. My hips rolled against his face, and when the onset of my climax started to grow, I tensed my body, refusing to let myself go over the edge, and repeating in my head that I would not let him make me come.

Between my legs, Jacob chuckled, his laugh vibrating against my sensitive core. “Stop resisting, angel. I’ve spent the last week getting to know every inch of this delicious cunt and learning what makes you scream. Deny it all you like, but your orgasm is mine.”

He dove back in, this time alternating between sucking my clit and lashing his tongue against it. My eyes shot open when something pressed against my entrance, breaching my hole.

“Hmm, so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel this tight cunt milking my cock,” Jacob growled appreciatively before curling his finger against a spot I didn’t know existed.

My entire body almost bucked off the bed. “Jacob!”

He glanced up at me with a wicked smirk on his face. “That’s it, angel. Let me have it.”

His smug tone was a sharp reminder that I didn’t want him to make me come. He’d hurt me, embarrassed me, and now he was taking from me. He didn’t deserve my orgasm. I would have rather gone to sleep with an uncomfortable ache between my legs than face him knowing that he controlled my pleasure.

“Come on, Charlotte. Give in, sweetheart. Your body knows who owns it; feel how wet you are for me.”

As if to prove his point, Jacob removed his finger from my center, holding it up for me to see before sucking it into his mouth. I hated how right he was; his finger was slick with my juices, and even though he’d had his face between my legs, watching him suck his finger into his mouth only added to my weakening resolve.

Thrusting his finger back inside me, he pressed against the spot again at the same time as sucking my clit between his lips. Powerless to stop it, my orgasm slammed into me like a freight train, more intense than I’d ever experienced before. My hips ground against Jacob’s face as he lapped up every drop of my release, and for several seconds, I forgot about everything.

I forgot about the pain in my ass.

I forgot the reason why my ass hurt in the first place.

I forgot that I was trapped on an island with a man who was a real-life version of Jekyll and Hyde.

All I could focus on was the peace and calm my climax brought as I floated off the bed.

When it began receding, I blinked the lust from my eyes to find Jacob kneeling between my legs. His hand was wrapped around his cock, and he was rubbing his shaft furiously, his head tipped back, the muscles in his throat and shoulders bulging.

Dazed by what I was seeing, I barely registered his grunt before thick ropes of white come shot from his tip and landed on my stomach.

“Oh fuck, angel!” Jacob hissed as more come exploded from him. “One day soon, I’m going to fill you up with my come.”

He shifted slightly, aiming his cock so that the next burst of come coated my breasts. Helpless to watch, I wasn’t sure if I was disgusted or turned on as every drop of his release landed somewhere on my body.

When the last drops trickled from his tip and slid down his shaft, Jacob collapsed next to me and pulled me into his side. The sudden movement set off the fire in my ass again, and I grimaced, releasing a whine of discomfort. Jacob tucked me under his arm, kissing the top of my head, and was either oblivious to the pain he’d cause or simply ignoring it.

“I’m so proud of you, angel. You did so good tonight.” He kissed my head again. “Tomorrow will be a fresh start. I know you’ll have learned from your punishment tonight, and we can move forward.”

I swallowed the retort building in my throat, instead replying with a soft, “Yes, Jacob.” He squeezed me against him, sighing contentedly. I peeked up at him from under my lashes; his eyes were closed, and a small, contented smile was plastered on his mouth. I attempted to pull free, only for him to tighten his grip on me. “Uh, Jacob. I need to go to the bathroom to clean up.”