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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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"Look at me," he said, echoing his own words from that first night, except this time there was nothing clinical in it at all.I did. His eyes held mine, dark and unguarded, and when he started moving it was with a rhythm that built slow and steady, deep enough to steal my breath, his hand finding mine on the sheets and lacing our fingers together without seeming to think about it."Ezra," I gasped, and this time he didn't tell me not to say it."Say it again.""Ezra—"He kissed me hard, swallowing the sound, his hips picking up speed, and I felt the second orgasm building faster than I expected, driven by the way he kept watching my face like he was memorizing it, like this was something he wanted to remember on purpose instead of something he was trying to forget the moment it ended."I've got you," he said, rough, his thrusts turning deeper, more desperate. "Let go. I've got you."I did. The orgasm broke through me hard, my whole body shaking under him, and he followed almost immedi
WHY CHOOSE? 91. His Cock Inside Me
"No," I said honestly. "But I don't want you to stop."Something broke behind his eyes at that, some final thread of resistance giving out, and he kissed me the way he had the first night — hard, consuming — except this time there was nowhere else for either of us to look, no brothers to perform for, no audience to prove anything to. It was just the two of us, and the way his hands shook slightly against my skin like he was fighting something even as he gave in to it.He undressed me slow this time, despite what he'd said, his mouth following his hands down my throat, my collarbone, pausing at every mark his brothers had left like he was taking inventory of exactly what this house had already done to me. When he reached my hip, where Roman's grip had bruised dark the night before, he stopped completely, his thumb tracing the edge of it with a tenderness that had nothing to do with the rough words he'd just used to warn me off."Ezra.""Don't," he said, voice rough. "Don't say my name
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Nobody stopped me when I got up. Roman and Silas were still tangled in whatever silent argument Ezra's words had started, and I used the confusion to pull my robe back on and slip past all three of them into the hallway.I didn't go back to my room.I went looking for him.I told myself it was about the words he'd said — *she deserves to know* — that I needed to find him before he changed his mind, before his brothers talked him back into silence the way they seemed to talk each other into everything in this house. But some other part of me, quieter and more honest, knew it wasn't only that. It was the way he'd looked at me in that doorway. Like grief. Like a man who'd already decided something was going to cost him and had stopped trying to talk himself out of paying it.I found his room by process of elimination, three doors down from mine, light spilling out from under it. I didn't knock. I just pushed it open.He was standing by the window, same as always, shirt half undone like h
WHY CHOOSE? 89. Bedroom, Now!
Silas's hand landed on my shoulder, turning me half out of Roman's grip, and for the first time since the auction I felt real friction between them — not brothers sharing something, but two men each trying to prove they wanted it more."You had her first this morning," Silas said to Roman, voice tight. "Move.""She's not a rotation, Silas.""No," Silas said, "she's not," and pulled me the rest of the way toward him, his mouth crashing down on mine with none of the control from our first night, something hungrier and less measured driving him now.I gasped into the kiss, my hands finding his shirt, and behind me I felt Roman's hands at my waist, not stepping back, not conceding anything, his mouth finding the curve of my neck while Silas kissed me like he was trying to erase whatever Damian's visit had stirred up in him."Bedroom," Roman said against my skin, rough. "Now."They didn't wait for an answer. Roman's hands guided me while Silas kept one hand fisted loose in my hair, and som
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Something flashed in his eyes — anger, maybe, or the closest thing to jealousy I'd seen from him. "That's different. They're mine too, in a way. Nobody outside this family gets to have an opinion about you that I haven't given them permission to have."He pulled me flush against him, and I felt exactly how much this conversation had affected him, hard and insistent against me, and despite everything — despite the fear, despite the strange cruelty of his logic..my body responded anyway, arching into him without my permission."Tell me you're mine," he said, voice rough against my ear, his hand sliding down between us. "Say it.""I don't have a choice," I gasped, as his fingers found exactly where I was already aching for him. "You know I don't have a choice.""That's not what I asked." His fingers worked harder, and I felt my resistance crumbling fast, my hips moving against his hand despite every part of me that wanted to hate this. "Say it like you mean it.""I'm yours," I breathed,
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