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Caden’s voice dropped to a low, filthy rasp. “I said beg, Tempest.”

I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood, fighting the word clawing its way on my tongue. Every rational part of me screamed not to do it. Not to give him that power. Not to break so easily for the man that wanted me to beg.

But my body was burning, my pussy clenching desperately around his fingers, aching.

He was the only man who had ever made me feel like this.

My voice cracked. “Please …”

I tensed in anticipation as he pulled his fingers free, only for him to press his lips to my ear.

“Please what?”

I was going to kill him.

Glaring at him in the reflection, I forced the words through clenched teeth. “Please fuck me.”

Caden smirked. “Good girl.”

I gasped as he freed himself and thrust into me in one brutal stroke, burying his cock to the hilt. The sudden stretch tore a broken moan from my throat, the blade pressing harder against my neck with the movement.

“Oh God⁠—”

“Eyes on the mirror,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair to keep my head up while the other held the knife steady against my throat. “I want you to watch while I fuck you.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust, my body forced to stretch around his size. The ache and pain making me feel present, in the moment.

He fucked me hard and deep, every time the blade biting a little more into my skin, just enough to sting. Just enough to remind me how easily he could end me.

And I was soaked.

“Look how pretty you look with a knife to your throat,” he rasped, eyes locked on mine in the mirror. “My dangerous little siren, dripping down my cock.”

The mirror offered a merciless, unobscured view of every depraved thing he was doing to me. His powerful body swallowing mine, his thick cock stretching me open, his hand holding the knife.

The danger, the pleasure, the raw possession—it was all too much. Moans spilled from my lips as he fucked me harder, taking pleasure from my body. He seemed to hit the right spot each time, sending lightning through me without even touching my clit.

“Caden—” I choked out, an orgasm approaching at rapid speed, making me clench around him.

“Say it,” he demanded, teeth grazing my ear. “Tell me who you belong to while I ruin this tight cunt.” He slowed down at my silence, my orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Please!” I whimpered, pushing back against him desperately.

His fist tightened painfully against my scalp. “Say. It.”

“You,” I gasped, my eyes clashing with his before they drifted again, fixed on the way his powerful body dominated mine, on the knife glinting at my throat, and on the desperate, wrecked expression on my own face. “I belong to you.”

Caden groaned, deep and guttural, and drove into me even harder, chasing his own release.

“Good fucking girl.”

Chapter 37

Caden

Aeris was wrecking me, her cunt strangling my cock, barely able to take my length as I thrust. I wanted her to hurt. Wanted her to feel me as she went back to her fucking date.

The thought made me turn violent.