He doesn’t ease up.
He fucks me like I’ve just been born.
Like this is who I am now.
Like Raven died the moment I said yes to the second brand.
“Say goodbye to her,” he whispers, hand fisting in my hair.
He turns my head until I’m eye-to-eye with my reflection.
The blood.
The wax.
The bruise at my throat.
The smile that’s almost forming.
“Say it.”
I choke on it.
But I say it.
“Goodbye, Raven.”
He thrusts harder.
Deeper.
His fingers dig into my hips.
The vibrator is relentless now—circling, pulsing, building.
“And who are you now?”
I cry.
I laugh.
I break.
“Yours.”
The orgasm coils deep inside me, vicious and alive.
My legs tremble. My mouth opens. My fingers twitch in their bindings.
He fucks me harder—deeper—perfect.
The vibrator grinds into my clit as if it was designed to destroy me.
And for one glorious second?—
I think he’s going to give it to me.
I feel it coming.
