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Her eyes widened. “Pay what?”

I narrowed my eyes, fighting the little voice in my head to go easy on her. Fuck that! She deserved to be punished. I adjusted her so she was straddling me, her red coat opening and her dress hiking up to her thighs, giving me a glimpse of her creamy skin. My hands were on it before I knew it, squeezing flesh and relishing the softness of it.

“You lost too much weight,” I said for no reason, pulling her higher up my body, and a groan tore from my lips as her pelvis brushed against my hard erection.

She shuddered, her hands still handcuffed and on my chest as she moved her hips again, this time grinding herself against my cock. Back and forth. Back and forth.

She moaned, her eyes hazing with desire.

Fuck!

This had to be the lousiest way to punish a woman, but it felt so damn good. Apparently for both of us.

I grabbed her by the nape and fisted her mane, then pulled her over to me, bringing her face an inch from mine. Her soft breaths brushed against my lips and I couldn’t help it, I slammed her lips against mine and kissed her like a starved man.

Her moan vibrated between us as she kept riding me, the friction between us ready to make us both explode. I was too fucking old for this dry humping, but nothing—not God himself—could make me stop.

“Oh… Oh…” she moaned, her movements somewhat clumsy, but it didn’t matter because she looked like a goddess riding me.

The soft catch of each inhale, the heat between us, and the faint rustle of fabric made us both charged with anticipation of release.

“Yes, baby, keep going,” I rasped, keeping one hand on her hip and grinding her against me with the desperation of a dying man as I shoved my other hand under her skirt to find her panties drenched.

I shoved them aside and brushed my finger against her entrance.

“Ahhh… ohhh… please…” She trembled beneath my touch, her whimpers and moans intoxicating.

I smiled wickedly as I rubbed her clit, not bothering to be gentle. She was so slick, the sounds of her arousal filling in between our harsh breaths and the rustle of leaves around us.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” she breathed against my lips, grinding against my cock faster and harder. I hadn’t spilled into my pants since I was a teenager, but I was damn near now.

“Don’t be sorry,” I grunted, circling her clit faster. “Just be a good girl and get us both off.”

Her hips moved, chasing my finger. “Okay… oh, God…”

She threw her head back and her eyelids fluttered shut.

“Next time, I’ll punish you.” I wasn’t sure if I was convincing myself or threatening her. “I’ll fuck your ass and you’ll love it.” Fuck, I was back to being a horny teenager. At this rate, she’d fuck me over again by blinding me with her magical pussy if I wasn’t careful. “You’ll let me fuck your ass, won’t you?” I grunted against her lips. “Your every hole”—I brought my finger to her lips and smeared her arousal over them—“is mine now.”

She licked her lips, the haze in her brown eyes somewhat clearing.

“Ty, we should really talk,” she whispered, her breathing ragged.

“Time for talking came and went five years ago,” I groaned, biting her bottom lip hard. “You owe me for every day I was locked up.”

I rolled us over, ending up on top of her, and secured her hips between my knees, then pinned her handcuffed hands above her head. She didn’t fight me, and I rolled my groin against her pelvis. Her body wasn’t as curvy as before, but it was still as soft as I remembered.

“Five fucking years, Sienna,” I growled into her ear, dry humping her. I buried my face into her golden strands, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs. Fuck, she smelled so good. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? The monster you’ve unleashed?”

I started thrusting into her, dry humping her faster and faster, my movements harsh. My nostrils flared and a red-hot fury, or maybe it was lust, made me spiral. I couldn’t tell whether I was punishing her or myself anymore—not that it mattered, because sensation built at the base of my spine. Soon, I’d have her tied to my bed and punished until she begged me for an orgasm. That image had my balls aching and I was so fucking close to spilling in my pants.

Through the desire and ringing in my ears, a realization sank in.

There were no more moans and whimpers. Beneath me, Sienna had gone completely still.

I looked down at her and froze at the expression on her face. Her eyes were wide and wild, fixed beyond me on something I couldn’t see. But there was a raw, primal terror in them and demons clawing their way to the surface.

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.