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I jerk, my thighs pressing together around his head as I come again.

“Look at you, coming on the knife that made me bleed.”

Every muscle in my stomach clenches.

Kain pulls the knife out of me and throws it to the side. He comes up onto his knees, beautifully towering over me. I sit up on my elbows, allowing myself to just admire this beauty of a man. His cock stands thick and throbbing.

I yank him down towards my mouth using his chain. “Fuck me like you hate me,” I plead through clenched teeth.

It takes seconds for his cock to ram into my cunt, causing me to let out a silent scream.

“Scream for me, little devil.” He pounds into me, his hips clashing with my ass, hard enough to leave bruises.

“Someone… will… hear… us,” I gasp out through relentless thrusts, gripping onto his shoulders.

“Once again, I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, picking up pace.

My head swims. I can’t fucking think straight. I may as well be on cloud nine.

I’m pulled up from the table as Kain stands on the floor and picks me up, slamming me onto his cock again.

“I hate you, Jordan,” he growls, walking me to a bookshelf in the corner of the room and slamming me against it then thrusting into me. I gasp again, not able to open my eyes from the heavy amount of pleasure swimming through me. “I hate you for hating me.”

“Good,” is the only word I can form.

I clamp my teeth onto his shoulder as he fucks me, the bookshelf painfully hitting my back, but I don’t care.

“Harder,” he grits, his thrusts growing sloppy. My mouth bears down on him, and my walls clench around him once again.

“Scream my fucking name, Jordan. I don’t give a fuck who hears me fucking my stepsister. Let them fucking know who’s always owned this pussy.” He grunts. “Not them. Me. Always. Fucking. Me.”

And I do. I scream his name, I don’t hear how loud it is, but I know my throat hurts. He’s the only person who will ever own me.

A clatter accompanies our climax.

I look at Kain, eyes wide while my orgasm dissipates. “What was that?” I snap away from Kain, shaky legs now back on the floor. “What was that?”

We cut our attention to the door, but there’s no one there. There’s a shuffle of material as we both pull our clothes on. My knees wobble and my head is still not fully there, but I’m determined to cover us.

“Jordie…” Kain pulls my attention to him.

He seems to be holding an old-fashioned scroll, crouched by the bookshelf we were just fucking against.

“Where did you find that?”

He opens the scroll. “It was on the floor.”

“Where are we in the castle?” I ask. Is this what the map was leading to?

His eyebrows knit. “West wing.”

It is. “Well, open it,” I prompt, securing the knife back to my thigh.

“Blackcastle Estate Commandments," he murmurs.

“A sacrifice,” Kain murmurs, running a hand down his face.

A knock sounds on the door, and I quickly shove the script down the front of my dress.