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“Your arsehole is nice and wet now, my lady. Relax, and I will get it ready for penetration.”

I breathed in deeply again, as he rubbed my opening with his finger.

“Yes, my lady, such a lovely arse. Relax.”

He breached me.

And I jolted again. The agony of the penetration surged through me, but Christophe eased my tension with soothing words and a lovely massage to my buttocks.

Oh, the burn, Amelia! But as I relaxed my muscles and he glided his finger in and out of my hole, my cunny began to respond.

I wish I could describe it, Amelia. It’s different than a finger in your pussy. The fact that it’s so naughty makes it all the more enticing, but the feeling, the sensation…there’s nothing like it. It’s an alien feeling, intensely delicate, unnatural yet amazingly natural.

I wanted more, Amelia, but when I opened my mouth to voice my need, he began playing with my cunny with his other hand.

And I exploded.

Chapter 23

Someone had come

for her. Who could it be? With all the restraints, she lifted her eyelids as much as she could. Everything was blurry, but four figures emerged in her sight—Osborne and three other men. One looked vaguely familiar.

Osborne lifted his hand. “Hey, mate, I don’t want any trouble.”

“Any man who hits a woman deserves trouble,” the man with the gun said.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Move away from the lady, and I’ll tell you.”

Osborne edged away from Ally.

The man nodded to the others. “Take care of her. Get her some help.”

Two men unbound Ally.

“Are you all right, madam?” one asked.

Ally couldn’t answer. She could barely nod her head.

“We need to get you home. Can you tell us where you live?”

Ally tried to form the words, but she couldn’t.

“Ryland! She can’t talk. We’ll have to take care of her.”

Ryland? The man who’d taken Sophie had been named Ryland. Sophie had told her. Ally tried to scream, but still, nothing came out.

“All right. Give me a minute to take care of this pornographer.” Ryland held the gun to Osborne’s head.

“No!”

Was that her voice?

The men all turned to her.

“No shooting.” The words came out slurred.


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