I’d already accepted it. Committed everything I was to this—the opening bid in yet another game, or… my last act.
Chin tipping back, I exposed my throat to the beast.
Surrendered to the better monster, for my fight was over.
Hands falling away from the soft, sweat-damp curls at his nape, I let him take until the cauldron went cold. Quiet. Haunted by phantoms too tired and drained to fight chains that couldn’t be removed.
The abyss yawned.
And in its gaping maw, a bone chilling void that welcomed the weary. The defeated. Those who were slipping beyond saving… reaching for… peace.
“Mila.”
It was a command spoken in a voice I couldn’t ignore. Thick with alarm. Panicked hatred of that peaceful nothing where possessive, jealous rage wasn’t welcome and couldn’t fester.
His lips crashed into mine.
Demanding I yield to the breath he forced into frozen lungs, the man pulled me back with the hook lodged behind my ribs. Begging me to fight, he sent a cinder tumbling into the depths.
“Mila,” Asher said again, pumping me full of cock. Surging inside with easy, sure strokes, both palms cupped my cheeks. Engulfing my face as he drank me down and filled me up. Inhaling my whine of agonized pleasure, he forged on. Letting it build with the sort of expertise that sent my eyes rolling back, my spine bowed as I was pummeled into silken sheets.
It was too much.
Just enough.
Perfect.
“Ash—”
He kissed me when I broke.
Tasted every moment of ecstasy as it shot through my blood and that cinder began to smoke. Resisting the urge to pump his come as deep as he could, just for the pleasure of watching me fall apart.
Chaos raged between my legs.
My every muscle seized in an orgasm that stole my breath and bent my spine. Pussy rippling as I shuddered beneath him.
His forehead dipped, bumping mine as he gazed into my eyes and saw everything, all together all at once.
“Fucksakes,” he rasped, growing thick. His sack drawn tight, spreading to either side of his cock as he splintered at last. Torn right down the middle when it became too much. When he’d dragged it out beyond what either of us could endure, and that first jet of come splashed against my womb. Kicking so deep inside, I came all over again.
Milking his balls dry of every precious drop.
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Ilost time as we lay there. Locked together, sharing breaths as he panted above me as he wallowed in his perfect victory. Luxuriating in my defeat, his cock throbbed inside me. Pulsing when he sent the occasional lazy gush of seed into my depths.
A fine tremor shivered through overwrought muscles. His and mine. Flitting from one to the other in a seamless flow of unfiltered euphoria.
It wasn’t until he shifted that I felt it.
Only when he moved to wiggle free of his rumpled shirt. When he braced on one arm, and tore at the buttons fastened at his wrist with his teeth, straining to remain buried to the hilt for just a little longer. A smile pressed to my lips, he peppered me with little kisses that tasted like more…
… until something foul slithered into my gut.
Regret.
Creeping, horrified realization of what I had done.
