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And then–me.
All of him. All of his attention. On me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I can’t.”
And before I could say another word, his mouth was on mine,
crushing, desperate, everything I’d needed. My world snapped back
into place.
When he broke away, his eyes were fire as he pushed me down,
guiding me to take Anthony’s place. To finish what had been started.
And I did his cock filling my mouth, his taste on my tongue, his
hand gripping my hair like he’d never let me go.
Across the stage, Luna mirrored me, her lips around her own Master.
The audience roared, but I didn’t hear them.
There was only him.
The second my lips wrapped around him, my body came back to life.
My cock sprang hard again, throbbing, aching, desperate. This was
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the right kind of need–the only kind that mattered.
I didn’t think about Anthony anymore. Didn’t think about the room
full of people, or Luna moaning across from us, or even the mask
hiding my face. It was just me and him. My Master.
I gave him everything. Not trying to compete–though fuck, it had
crossed my mind–but pouring every ounce of me into it. Every
emotion. Every regret. Every apology I couldn’t say out loud. My
throat opened for him, my tongue worked him, my chest heaved as I
gagged and pushed through it, needing him to feel how much I was
his.
His hand gripped my hair, his hips snapping forward, faster, harder. His cock throbbed against my tongue, salty pre–cum sliding down my
throat as his moans grew darker, hungrier. He was close. So goddamn
close.
And then–he pulled out.
Disappointment hit like a punch. My whole body screamed at the
loss.
Until he shoved me forward, chest down, ass up. Chains rattled as he
forced me onto all fours, and before I could even breathe, I felt the
hot slick of spit on my hole.
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Then him.
Thick, unrelenting, stretching me wide as he drove into me with one
hard thrust.
I gasped, my knees skidding on the stage, my cock bouncing heavy
between my thighs. The noise from the crowd blurred into static as
the only thing I felt, the only thing I was, was him. His cock
hammering my sweet spot, over and over, every thrust breaking me
apart, rebuilding me around him.
“Fuck–Sir-” I choked, but the words broke on a moan.
Roman’s satisfied grin flashed in the corner of my eye as he pushed
into Luna the same way, their bodies echoing ours. But I didn’t care. I
only cared about Aiden. His breath ragged, his body unhinged, his
cock owning every inch of me.
And when I thought I couldn’t take more, his arm wrapped around
me, strong and grounding, his hand fisting my cock in time with his
thrusts.
“Come for me, baby boy.”
I lost it.
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The pressure shattered, cum spilling hard and hot over his fist, my
cry swallowed by the roar of the audience. My body seized around
him, gripping him tight, and that was it for him too.
He slammed deep, grinding against my prostate as he groaned my
name into the shell of my ear, his release flooding me, thick and hot.
His hips stuttered, his cock jerking inside me as he emptied
everything he had.
We collapsed together, panting, trembling, my body still milking him
even as the world blurred and disappeared.
Across the stage, Roman climaxed with a growl of his own, dragging
Luna into his lap, both of them gasping and shining under the lights.
But me? I only knew one thing.
I was his.
Even if it killed me.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
