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With every hard slap, there’s a moment of pain, followed by a rush of pure ecstasy.

I tense, anticipating another blow, but instead, his hand caresses my buttocks tenderly.

I clear my throat. “It’s not really a gift if I have to work for it.”

Fingers prod my sex, plowing through the folds as they seek my core.

He stretches me with one finger, then two. It might not seem like much, but Gage is big everywhere.

His other hand paws at my tits, offering a tantalizing blend of pleasure and pain as he twists and pulls my nipples.

“The gift is the speed at which you gain the knowledge I’ll give you.”

His thumb grazes my clit, causing my body to clench.

“S-speed…?”

“You can find out here. Or you can wait until we get to the Keep.”

It’s hard to think straight with his fingers plundering my sex. Everything he does to me, even the worst of it, feels so good. So powerful.

“Tell me now.”

His hands stop, retracting from my body. “Get up.”

Confused, I obey, lifting myself from his lap and standing in front of him. He pulls me to him again. This time, he bids me to face him as I straddle his lap.

He cups my ass.

“It will change everything between us.”

“How much worse can it get? I just found out you have a man in the other room…that you might be torturing.”

“There is no might. I am torturing him.”

“Then give me your worst.”

“You have to take it from me.”

I arch a brow. “How am I expected to do that?”

He hooks the back of my neck with his hand, bringing my lips to his.

I inhale sharply, startled. My reaction feeds him. He likes tilting my world.

He bites my lip, tugging it between his teeth as he growls into my mouth.

I rock my body, relishing the feeling of him between my thighs.

His hand scoots me forward so that my core is right over his bulge. I press against it, craving precious friction, needing all the dirty things I know he can give to me.

But Gage’s voice cuts through my senses.

“Do you think you can do that?”

“I’m sorry…what again?” I pant out.

He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back, elongating my throat. He licks from my collarbone to my chin, taking his sweet time.


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