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Sloane's POV

Without warning he lowered his head and buried his tongue inside my cunt, licking me like a man who has been starved for days.

Fuck.

The first stroke of his tongue dragged a broken sound out of my throat before I could stop it.

Heat flooded between my legs so fast it almost hurt. My hips jerked against his mouth and I tried to twist away, but his hands clamped down on my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him.

He didn’t tease and didn’t ease me into it. He licked deep, slow, then faster, sucking on the swollen bud at the top of my sex until my vision blurred.

My fingers dug into the sheets, the yellow gown was bunched around my waist, the fabric wrinkled

Every wet sound his mouth made was filthy and loud in the quiet room.

I hate him.

I hate that my body is answering him.

I hate that my thighs are trembling around his head and that I can feel how wet I already am against his tongue.

He growled against me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.

Two fingers pushed inside me without warning, thick and rough, stretching the still-sore flesh from two nights ago. The sting mixed with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell them apart. My back arched off the bed.

“Kaelan…stop!” The word came out as a gasp, not a command.

He ignored me. His tongue kept working, circling, flicking, while his fingers curled and thrust in a relentless rhythm.

My hips started moving on their own, chasing the pressure even as my mind screamed at me to stay still. The pressure built fast, tight and sharp in my lower belly.

“You’re dripping,” he muttered against my skin, voice dark with satisfaction. “For someone who claims she never wanted me, and your cunt is greedy.”

I shook my head, but the denial died when he sucked hard on my clit at the same time his fingers pressed against that spot inside me.

My whole body locked. The orgasm slammed into me hard enough to tear a broken cry from my throat.

My legs shook violently around his shoulders. Wetness flooded his mouth and hand; I could feel how shameful and uncontrollable it was.

He didn’t stop.

He licked me through it, slower now, dragging every last tremor out of me until I was twitching and oversensitive. Only then did he lift his head. His mouth was glistening, his eyes balls black with hunger. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and looked down at me like he had already won.

“Are you going to tell me you don’t want this?”

I couldn’t speak. My chest was heaving. My body felt loose and heavy and still aching for more even though I despised every second of it.

He shoved his own clothes down just enough. The thick length of his cock sprang free, already hard and flushed. He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He hooked my knees over his arms, and pushed inside me in one long, ruthless thrust.

The stretch burned.

“It hurts!” I cried out, nails scraping down his forearms. He filled me completely, forcing my body to take every inch until his hips were flush against mine. For a second he stayed still, breathing hard, eyes locked on mine.

Then he started to move.

Hard. Deep. Relentless.

Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. The bed creaked under us. The wet sound of him driving into me filled the room.

My breasts bounced with every impact; the yellow gown was half off one shoulder now, forgotten.

He leaned down, teeth grazing my collarbone, then higher, biting the side of my neck hard enough to mark.

“You feel that?” he rasped against my skin. “This is mine until I decide otherwise. Your body knows it even if your mouth won’t admit it.”

I turned my face away, but he caught my chin and forced me to look at him while he fucked me deeper. Another orgasm was already coiling low in my belly, unwanted and inevitable. My walls clenched around him. He cursed and drove harder, chasing it.

When it hit, I broke.

My cry was raw. My body clamped down on him so tightly he groaned, hips stuttering.

He followed a few thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside me with a low, guttural sound. Hot pulses filled me while my own aftershocks still rippled through my muscles.

For a long moment the only sound was our breathing.

He stayed inside me, heavy and deep, forehead pressed to my shoulder. My thighs were still shaking. The scent of sex and the faint metallic trace of earlier blood hung in the air. I felt used. Marked. And worst of all, my body was still fluttering around him like it wanted more.

Kaelan finally lifted his head. His eyes were dark, satisfied, and completely unrepentant.

“Get used to this,” he said quietly. “Until Lark is found, you are the one in my bed. And I am not finished with you yet.”

Sloane’s POV

He didn’t give me time to recover.

His cock was buried deep inside my clit, Kaelan hooked my legs higher over his arms and started moving again — slower this time, but deeper, grinding against that sensitive spot with every thrust until my toes curled.

Does he even know how much he's hurting me?

I tried to push at his chest, but he only caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head.

“You’re so tight,” he muttered, eyes locked on where our bodies joined. “Even after I just came inside you.”

He pulled his dick almost all the way out, then slammed back in hard enough to force a broken moan from my throat.

My back arched. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking his own release deeper into me filled the room.

My breasts bounced with every impact; the yellow gown was now completely pushed up under my arms, leaving me exposed.

He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue, his mouth on my breast and his cock stretching me, pushing me toward another orgasm I didn’t want.

“Kaelan I can’t take it anymore…please…”

“You can bitch.” His voice was rough. “And you will.”

He released my wrists only to slide his hand between us, thumb pressing firmly against my swollen clit.

My hips jerked helplessly. The second climax ripped through me harder than the first, forcing a raw cry from my lips as my walls clamped down around him.

He groaned and fucked me through it, chasing his own second release.

A few brutal thrusts later he buried himself to the hilt and came again with a low, guttural sound, filling me once more.

Hot pulses spilled deep inside me while my body continued to tremble around him.

For a moment he was just breathing heavily, forehead pressed on my shoulder. Then he slowly pulled out.

I felt the mixed release immediately begin to leak out of me, sliding down between my cheeks onto the sheets.

Kaelan stood up, looking down at the mess he had made of me, gown ruined, thighs wet, neck marked, eyes glassy.

He reached out and gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Listen carefully, Sloane,” he said, voice low and cold. “You are my wife now. In the eyes of the law and in this bed. Until Lark is found, you will take everything I give you, my cock, my temper, and my name. If you ever try to deny me again, or if you embarrass me in front of my family…” His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “I will make sure you regret it.”

He released my chin and stepped back, already reaching for his clothes.

“Clean yourself up. You have one hour before my mother expects you downstairs. Don’t make me come looking for you.”

With that, he walked out, leaving me on the bed, used, marked, and still dripping with the proof of what he had just done.

A tear dropped from my eyes, will I ever be free from him, this family and from all the pain?

I don't know.

I just want my freedom, this isn't the life I used to dream about, this wasn't the marriage I used to wish for.

I managed to drag myself to the bathroom, naked and sat inside the bathtub.

Yeah, I hate feeling weak. Like it's annoying to feel weak as a woman but this was too much for me.

So I cried, let out all my tears, and let it hurt for the first time.