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5. Come for me, Kitten 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
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2026-01-11 12:54:42Chapter 5
"Hold on, kitten," he murmured against my ear. Then he slammed back inside me. The new angle made him hit even deeper, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He held me up effortlessly, one arm banded around my waist, the other gripping my thigh. His strength was inhuman, and despite the roughness, I realized he was supporting all my weight, making sure I wouldn't fall. He fucked me against the wall with brutal force, each thrust rattling the pictures hanging nearby. My head fell back against the wall, and immediately his hand came up, cradling the back of my skull. "Can't have you hurting yourself," he growled, and the gesture was so protective, so at odds with the savage way he was taking me, that fresh tears spilled down my cheeks. He adjusted his grip, shifting me slightly, and the movement made his cock drag against that perfect spot inside me. My eighth orgasm built impossibly fast, and when it hit, I screamed so loud I was sure the entire manor could hear. Cassian groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Again," he demanded. "Come for me again." "I can't... Cassian, please... I can't..." But my body didn't listen. The ninth orgasm followed the eighth, smaller but no less intense, and I felt Cassian finally lose control. He buried himself deep and came with a roar, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his release. We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my body trembling in his arms. Then, gently—so gently it shocked me—he carried me back to the bed and laid me down. I thought it was over. I prayed it was over. But Cassian's eyes glinted with dark promise as he looked down at me. "We're not done yet, kitten," he said, his voice rough with renewed hunger. "Not even close." He grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, then dragged me back toward him until I was on my hands and knees. "No... please... Cassian..." I begged, my arms shaking, barely able to hold me up. "You can beg all you want," he said, positioning himself behind me. "It only makes me harder." He entered me from behind in one brutal thrust, and I collapsed forward, my face pressing into the pillows. But Cassian wasn't having it. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, arching my spine. "No hiding from me," he growled in my ear. "I want to hear every sound you make." He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound obscene in the quiet room. His free hand came down on my ass in a sharp slap that made me yelp. "Count them," he ordered. "Wh-what?" Another slap, harder this time. "I said count them." "One," I gasped out. Slap. "Two!" He spanked me over and over, each strike sending jolts of pain-pleasure through me. But between the slaps, his hand would stroke my hip, almost soothing, before delivering another punishing blow. The contrast was maddening, the brutality mixed with gentleness that he tried to hide. By the time he reached ten, my ass was burning, and I was sobbing into the pillows. But I was also shamefully close to another orgasm.
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WHY CHOOSE? 72. Sweet Kisses
FINNI'd been thinking about this all day.Cole and me. Just us, in the context of everything else. Every other pairing had found its moment and we'd always been the two orbiting through everyone else, touching in someone else's context, never quite landing in our own.I turned onto my side.Cole felt it. He turned his head.We looked at each other."Hi," I said."Hi," he said.I reached out and put my hand on his chest. Felt his heartbeat — faster than it should have been for someone who'd just come down from something. Aware. Ready."Still thinking?" I asked."Not anymore," he said."Good."I kissed him.Cole kissed differently with me than he did with anyone else in this bed and I felt the difference immediately.No careful weight to it. No years of history pressing through. Just two people who had been curious about each other for weeks finally with nowhere else to be.He kissed me like we were equals. I loved it immediately.My hands went into his hair and his grip on my jaw tig
WHY CHOOSE? 71. Foursome?
Nadia;It started with Finn's mouth on my throat.We'd been on the couch for an hour, all four of us, the television saying something nobody was listening to. And then Finn's mouth found my throat and that was it — that was the whole thing, the match to the fuse, the room going from zero to charged in the space of a single exhale.His lips were warm and deliberate, tracing upward from my collarbone to just below my ear, his hand sliding into my hair and tilting my head to give him better access. I felt the graze of his teeth and my breath left me in a rush.Luke was on the floor in front of the couch. He looked up.His eyes went dark.He stood up.Cole was beside me and he turned at the movement, watching Luke cross the room with that quiet focused attention he gave everything, and I felt the shift in him — the specific alertness of someone whose body has decided something before their brain catches up.Luke sat on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of me. Knee to knee. He
WHY CHOOSE? 70
He walked me backward into the lockers.The impact was solid and real and I felt it through my whole back and I didn't care at all. His hands were moving now — off my face, finding the zipper of my practice jacket, pulling it down with the same efficient focus he brought to everything. I shrugged it off. His went next. I got my hands on the hem of his base layer and pulled and then we were both down to skin and the strip-lighting was too bright and the locker room smelled like ice and sweat and neither of us gave a single damn.I looked at him.I'd seen Luke Maddox shirtless a hundred times in this exact room. This was not that.This was Luke standing in front of me with his chest rising and falling and his eyes on my face and no pretense between us for the first time in two years. No performance of indifference, no careful management of where my eyes went and what I let myself register.I looked.The line of his shoulders. The specific architecture of him — different from what I expe
WHY CHOOSE? 69.
COLEThe ice was empty when I got there.Good. That was what I needed — the cold and the quiet and the particular clarity that came from having nothing between me and the thing I was trying to think through. I'd been in my apartment for two hours trying to do the same thing and my apartment had walls and a ceiling and all it had done was make everything louder.I laced up and stepped out onto the rink and the cold hit me the way it always did — immediate, clarifying, like a reset button for everything above the neck.I started skating.No drills. No structure. Just movement, the repetitive carve of blades on ice, the familiar burn starting in my thighs and spreading outward. I did three laps before I registered the other figure at the far end of the rink.I stopped.Luke.He was at the opposite goal running shot drills alone, the puck moving from stick to net in that same deliberate sequence he repeated until it was automatic, until his body could do it without his brain involved. I'd
WHY CHOOSE? 68.
We did not go to the bedroom.What happened instead happened right there — on my kitchen counter, in the warm low light, with the city doing its nighttime thing outside and the wine glasses forgotten on the opposite counter. He moved over me with that slow thorough rhythm that I was already understanding was specifically Cole — nothing rushed, nothing performed, just complete presence, complete attention, every movement deliberate and deep and devastating in its patience.I've had good lovers. I understood that category. Men who were skilled, who knew the mechanics, who could make the physical components work correctly.This was not that category.This was Cole watching my face while he moved, tracking every response, adjusting with a precision that made my brain go completely offline. His forehead pressed to mine at some point, his breath unsteady against my lips, one hand gripping the counter beside me and the other cradling the back of my head like he was protecting something.The
WHY CHOOSE? 67.
This was nothing like last night — last night had been first times, feeling the shape of something new, tentative in the way new things are tentative even when they're wanted. This was Cole having made a decision and arriving at it completely. His mouth on mine was slow and deep and overwhelming in the specific way that certainty is overwhelming — not urgent, not desperate, just total. His lips moved against mine like he had nowhere else to be and nothing else to want, one hand sliding deeper into my hair and angling my head exactly where he wanted it.I made a sound I hadn't planned on.His other hand left my face and found my waist. Pulled me in — not roughly, just inevitably, the way gravity works, the way things fall toward each other when there's nothing left holding them apart. I felt the full solid warmth of his body against mine and something in my chest went loose and warm.He walked me backward. I went. My back met the counter and he pressed into the space between my hips an
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