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CHAPTER 65

I whimpered. Couldn't stop. My hands dug into the sheets, into thighs, into anything I could anchor myself to as they used me. No. Worshipped me.

Kylan grabbed my hair, gently but firm, tilting my head to guide his thrusts, hips moving with a patience that felt cruel. He wanted to feel the slick...