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Oh God. Oh fuck. It doesn’t matter that I’m wet or on the verge of coming—Kane is huge. And he feels bigger than ever before as his cock pounds into me as if he hates me. And I clench around him as if I hate him, too. Still wriggling, fighting like I truly don’t want this, even if my entire body comes to life. Even if a surge of overwhelming pleasure pools in the pit of my stomach. It doesn’t help when he keeps whispering sinful words in my ears, like a mantra, an aphrodisiac. Words that drag me to the edge of my sanity. “Mmm. Your cunt is strangling me so fucking well.” “That’s it, stretch for me. Good girl.” “Your body is made to be used and owned by me.” “You’re taking all of me. So deep. So good.” “You’re a fast learner. Roll those hips for me so I can fuck your tight cunt.” My head hums with a low, constant buzz, and my body resurrects. From the ashes. From the dead. Kane is the only one who’s ever managed to provoke this bizarre side of me. Maybe it’s due to his unorthodox method