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He saw me getting close and leaned in, kissing me hard, biting my lips, devouring my mouth while he kept fucking me.

“Come for me, sweet. Come whenever you feel it. Don’t hold back.”

“Yessssss... this is good. Konflict...” I moaned my husband’s name, and it felt right, felt good, felt like all the dreams I’d ever had were coming true in that swing, under his hands, with his dick inside me.

I lost count of how many times I came. I lost track of everything except the way Knox kept going, kept filling my pussy, kept pushing me higher. When he finally pulled out, I felt empty and desperate for more. He stripped off the strap on dick, grabbed a vibrating ring and slid it down over his shaft, then lined up with my ass, replacing my fingers on my clit with his own.

“Let me feel this ass. You gonna come for me whenever it hits you. No holding back,” he growled.

And then he was in me, his dick wrapped in that vibrating ring and pressing deep into my ass, the real thing so much better than any toy, the buzz of the ring sending shudders through every nerve. My body went wild, clamping down around him, my hips rolling, his hand smacking my ass, his fingers slapping my clit in rhythm with every thrust. The vibration pulsed through me, making my whole core tighten, every nerve ending in my pussy and ass raw.

He fucked me deep, the vibration making me feel like I was being fucked everywhere at once, my walls pulsing around him, my clit buzzing, every thrust sending new shocks through my body. Every time he pulled out of my ass and slammed up into my pussy, the pressure and the vibration made my vision go white, my breath stutter, and my toes curl. He didn’t give me a second to catch my breath, just slammed from one hole to the other, back and forth, filling me up and taking me apart.

I clawed at his back, desperate for something to hold onto, my nails dragging down his skin as I pleaded for mercy I didn’t even want. The vibration from the ring worked me into a frenzy, sending waves of pleasure straight through my clit anddeep inside, until I was coming over and over, my whole body trembling. Every time I thought I was spent, he’d give me more, pounding into me, making sure I felt everything, making sure I’d never forget how it felt to be ruined by him. Everything inside me melted down to nothing, just heat, pleasure and the wild, dizzying rush of being completely, helplessly owned.

“I can’t... Please come inside me, Konflict. Fill my pussy, baby,” I gasped, clinging to him, crashing my mouth against his in a desperate kiss. He gripped my hips, fucked me deeper, harder, until finally I felt him let go, his hot spurts of cum shooting deep inside, filling me up.

“Fuck... pussy and ass so fucking good, baby...”

He emptied himself inside me, first my pussy, then my ass, fucking me through every last drop. His hand closed around my neck as he kissed me, eyes locked on mine, a look in his face that told me he wanted to say a hundred things but held back, just breathing me in, sharing that last rush of heat and connection.

Finally, he leaned close, his breath warm at my ear.

“Call me tomorrow and after tomorrow. Call me every fucking day so I can give you everything, Venus. Let me make it up to you.”

His words struck something deep inside me. I knew he meant more than just sex. He felt my emptiness, my hunger for affection and tenderness. He knew that after today, after everything we’d shared, I was hooked on him, on his dick, on the way he made me feel. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted more of him, every day, every night, until the end.

I found his mouth and kissed him, pouring everything into it, then whispered against his lips, “Anytime. Whenever I call, you come to me, you hear me?”

He grinned, satisfied, gripping my ass in both hands, shifting me higher on his dick, still hard and ready to go again.

“You just have to blink and I’ll be here. I’ll run to you thesecond you call, baby.”

Then he kissed me again, so hard, so deep, it made my heart pound wild and loud, left me dizzy and afraid of how much I wanted him to never stop.

Chapter Twelve

KONFLICT KORVEN

Five days later

She knew my mother.

I had sunk so deep into rage that I never imagined my mother alive in someone else’s memory like that. Never imagined the woman I married, had built a secret bond with the only person I ever truly loved. And that realization fucked me up worse than I wanted to admit. Because it meant I really didn’t know her.Not at all.I never took the chance to. Serenity was right when she threw that in my face. I never asked what she loved, what she hated, and what scars she carried.

I didn’t know she had that deep, visceral hatred for her father, or that kind of unconditional love for my mother. And now I needed answers. How? When did they meet? Where did they talk? What did my mother tell her? What did Serenity give back in return? I just wanted to know how close they were, what bondthey shared, and I needed to know like I needed my next breath.

Five days ago, I left Serenity just before dawn, after fucking her all night. But she stayed in my head. Every second. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had missed everything that mattered. Eleven fucking months, convincing myself that she deserved to die, when she didn’t deserve any of that shit.

When she said if I didn’t kill her, she was ready to take her own life, pain, frustration, and rage tore straight through me, all tangled together. And the fucked-up truth was that I was the one who put that thought in her head. I was the one who convinced her she deserved to die. Part of me wanted to grab her face and tell her she’d never be allowed to end her life. Not on my watch.

Now the fact she hadn’t called me for five days made me anxious as hell. I still had eyes on her, so I knew she hadn’t gone back to that escort house since our last night together. But not knowing why she made that choice drove me fucking insane. She’d gotten me hooked on her—on her body, on her pussy. I wanted to pull her into my arms, kiss her, lose myself in her heat. I needed that shit like I needed to breathe. So yeah, I’d been on edge for five days straight, feeling like a junkie going through withdrawal. I was strung out for my wife. And I fought like hell not to just show up at the Korven estate, scared that being there would start another pointless argument.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to piss her off. And fuck, I didn’t even know how to get close to her without all that old animosity burning up between us.

Everything inside me told me I needed to change something. I just didn’t know how the fuck to fix things with a woman I spent eleven months pushing away. How do you undo damage you caused on purpose? How do you repair something you broke with both hands when time is already running out? I didn’t know where to start. Didn’t know what words wouldn’t sound like bullshit coming from my mouth. All I knew was that I wantedher. Wanted to see her again. Touch her. Talk to her. I wanted more nights where her body answered mine without fear, where her pussy clung to me, where my dick felt like it belonged right there inside her.

I grabbed my phone and checked for the hundredth time if I had a missed call or text from Vixen, but there was nothing. Frustration crawled up my spine, and I hit her number, barely keeping my temper in check.