CHAPTER 3: "THIS GREEDY CUNT IS MINE NOW"
TATIA’S POV
He drives me over the edge with terrifying efficiency, fingers pistoning in and out, curling relentlessly, thumb grinding my c**t until it’s a fireball.
This third orgasm is different. It’s not my own. It’s his. It’s bestowed by him, forced from my body like a confession.
It rips through me with a force that feels like it’s tearing me in two, my p***y squirting violently around his fingers, arcs splashing his wrist, the desk, my thighs.
I scream, a long, ragged sound—“Maddox, f**k, yes!”—as my body convulses, walls milking his digits in desperate, greedy spasms.
He holds me through it, his hand a steadyanchor as I completely shatter, sobbing and shaking.
When the last tremor subsides, I’m a boneless, weeping mess, slumped in
