Kael tossed me like a ragdoll.
Not carelessly. No—deliberately. Like he knew he owned me now.
My wrists were raw from the rope, but I didn’t even care. My cunt was aching, soaked and empty, and every nerve in me begged to be filled.
He pulled me into his lap, bare ass against his thighs, and I felt his c**k pressing up beneath me, hard, slick with spit and need.
“Time you learned how to ride,” he growled, gripping my hips.
I was barely breathing. Barely alive. But when he lifted me and forced my wet folds to part around his c**k, I screamed.
Too full.
Too much.
And yet I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
He shoved deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and ground against my womb.
“f**k, you’re tight,” Kael hissed. “Say thank you.”
My voice was hoarse. “T—Thank you.”
He licked my th
