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“You can,” he stated firmly.

“I… I…”

“You’re close,” he interrupted my stammered moan, like he knew before I did that we had already passed the point of no return. He felt it, and I heard the pleasure in his voice when he did. And God help me, being read like that pushed me further than his hand did.

“Right there. I can feel it. You’re shaking around me.”

He wasn’t wrong, as my thighs had started trembling and there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing at all, and my hands pulled uselessly at the gauze above my head. Every pull reminded me that he’d wrapped it with more care than anyone had shown me in years.

“Look at me,” he demanded again, his hand tightening around my throat when I started to close my eyes against the build.

“Let go, little bird.”

“I can’t…” I tried to argue, but he was having none of it. Not when his fingers started to move quicker, fucking me with them and drawing out my surrender.

“Let go, Anna.” His mouth hummed at my ear with his fingers deep and his thumb relentless, he commanded,

“Give it to me. I own it, do you hear me… I own every piece of you.”

My legs went out from under me completely at this and his hand left my throat so his arm could become a band of steel around my waist, as he lifted me clean off the floor.

One arm.

Like I weighed nothing at all. He took every ounce of me off my wrists and off the tile. Then he held me pinned up against his chest, with my feet dangling and the gauze gone slack above my head.

And he never stopped.

Not for a second. His fingers kept working me while he held my entire body up in the air with one arm, and his mouth found my throat again. Then he bit down and my world erupted into sheer ecstasy. The last thing I remember thinking clearly was that he had planned even this. That he’d known my legs would give out, and he’d already worked out where I would land.

Then it took me over again.

I screamed and I screamed and screamed some more.

I screamed into the steam of a shower stall in a maximum-security prison with my hands tied over my head and a murderer holding me off the ground. It went on and on, and he worked me all the way through it a second time as my core shuddered around him. As my orgasm crashed through me, it felt unlike anything before. As if my body had waited a lifetime to feel this way.

Waited a lifetime for a monster to ruin me.

“There she is,” he said, sounding wrecked himself before repeating,

“There she is. Such a good girl for me… My good girl.”

I couldn’t even hold my own head up, so he let me put it against his shoulder, and stood there in the water holding my whole weight. Then his fingers left me, making me feel emptier than I had in my whole life. His hand came up from my waistband and stroked slowly along my hip while my heart tried to climb out through my ribs. His gentle touch leaving lines against my skin with soaked fingers, as if marking me with the evidence of what he just did.

“Beautiful,” he murmured into my hair. “You have no idea. No idea at all what you have done to me.”

I sucked in a quick breath at that, but before I could utter a word of denial, he dipped his hand back between my legs. Which meant that any voice of retreat died in my throat and was replaced with another breathy moan. His fingers swiped through my dripping pussy and gathered as much of my release as he could before he lifted his hand between us.

I watched him do it as my eyes wouldn’t focus on anything else. His fingers were shining wet and he held them there just long enough for me to understand exactly what he was showing me. The proof, in case I thought to try and hide from what he did to me. The evidence he wanted to taste for himself as I watched as he put them in his mouth.

His eyes shut.

The sound he made wasn’t a human sound. It went through me like a struck bell, and my face went so hot I felt it in my scalp. The sight of a man like him getting off on the taste of me was the single most addictive sight I had ever seen to date.

“Fuck,” he hissed like a man possessed.

“You taste so fucking good.”

“Please,” I pleaded, and this time I did not ask myself what for.