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that, I would raise it right
now.”
    Charlotte said nothing as hot tears of shame welled up in her
eyes.
    “I thought as much,” he said and shoved inside her.
    He was so big it almost hurt going in. She strained against the
handcuffs and pressed her face into the bed as Kingsley thrust into her with
strokes both hard and slow. Reaching around her hips he found her clitoris
again. With an expert touch he teased it until Charlotte cried out. As her
orgasm peaked and waned, Kingsley roughly turned her onto her back and pushed
her legs open again.
    Kingsley yanked her dress down and bared her breasts. His mouth
dropped to her neck. He rained violent kisses across her chest and shoulders so
roughly she knew she’d have bruises from his mouth tomorrow. He took both
breasts in his hands and held them as he penetrated her again. She opened her
legs wider and took him as deep into her as she could.
    Bending over her, he met her eye-to-eye. “You tilt your hips
high. You like deep penetration, don’t you?” Charlotte turned her head and
stared at the wall. But Kingsley grabbed her face again and forced her to look
at him. “Answer me.”
    “Yes,” she said. “I like it deep.”
    “Then by all means.” Kingsley grabbed her knees and wrenched
them up and over his shoulders. She arched back—each thrust seemed to pound at
the base of her stomach.
    Charlotte panted as Kingsley continued his assault on her. She
hated how good it felt being taken like this, hated herself for liking the
brutality so much. He manipulated her body like he owned it, touched her like
her body was an open book he’d read and memorized. Turning her head, Charlotte
pressed her face to her arm. As Kingsley kneaded her clitoris between his thumb
and forefinger she came so hard that tears rolled out of the corners of her
eyes.
    Kingsley lowered her legs off his shoulders and covered her
body with his. Instinctively Charlotte wrapped her legs around his waist as he
continued to move in her. He bit her neck, her collarbone, kissed the hollow of
her throat all while still moving in her.
    “You like this,” he said.
    “Yes,” she whispered as she flinched at a particularly hard
thrust.
    “Call me ‘sir’ when I’m inside you, Charlie.”
    “Yes, sir,” she breathed, wanting to both kiss him and slap him
the second her hands were free.
    She kept waiting for him to be done with her. But there seemed
to be no end to the pleasure he inflicted on her. He pushed and pushed until
Charlotte felt her inner muscles start to tighten. Raising her hips, she took
him deep into her again. She closed her eyes as another orgasm ripped through
her. Finally Kingsley’s movements grew harsher and faster. His fingers dug into
the back of her neck. He held her still, forcing her to meet his eyes. With one
last brutal thrust he came with his eyes open and locked onto hers.
    Still inside her he moved her legs flat on her bed. Her body
continued to pulse around his length as his cock pulsed inside her. He dipped
his head and for the first time since meeting, kissed her.
    She opened her mouth to his and his tongue slipped inside. His
kiss—gentle and subtle—was the opposite of the sex. She wanted him to stay in
her mouth and her body all night. Kingsley pulled back and smiled down at
her.
    “Took you long enough to kiss me, sir,” she said, remembering
his orders, remembering he was still inside her.
    “You’re a fire-breather, Charlie. You can’t blame me for being
wary of your mouth.”
    She laughed a little but winced as he pulled out of her sore
body. She lay on her back, letting her heart slow its frenetic beating as he
disappeared into the bathroom. She wondered what she looked like. Kingsley
hadn’t raped her but she probably looked like someone had. Her dress was torn
and still bunched around her stomach. She could already tell she was covered in
bruises from his hands and his mouth. Even inside she felt bruised from his
merciless thrusts.
    Kingsley