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my lips were wet. What — why?
    “Get on the bed,” Price said. “Please, please just get on the bed. Where’s… where’s the…”
    How could he still possess such patience? I could sense how close he was. A breeze along his shaft would be enough to finish it.
    But he had paid good coin for me. Too much for just my mouth, even if he enjoyed nothing more than forcing me to stay there as he thoroughly debauched me.
    So I rose to my feet and cursed my knee for trembling and my cock for being excited, and I went to the bedside table and found the bottle of oil.
    Once upon a time, I hadn’t thought I needed it. A fuck was a fuck. I didn’t have to enjoy it. His cock glistened already from my mouth and that would be enough. I still believed that — I could heal almost anything with just another fuck — but the lack of soreness was worth in the morning every second of delay now.
    He grabbed it from me and pulled me onto the mattress. I kicked against the bed and managed to turn myself over before his oil slicked fingers found the curve of my arse and impelled inside.
    I grunted as he entered me. His fingers were not soft or slow like a virgin bride ought to expect on her wedding night, but clearly on a mission. My cock wanted to become better acquainted with the sheets, so I rolled my hips, then pressed back onto his finger.
    Price took that as encouragement. He started to fuck me with his fingers as he had been fucking my throat, but it wasn’t enough. Not for him. I could feel the beast within him curling in its cage, and I wanted to devour it.
    “Fuck me,” I said, because that was the only way I was going to break that beast out of its cage.
    Price gasped, his cock bobbing against his stomach. I shoved my ass back, getting my knees under me so I was in a decent position for him. His cock pressed against me for half a moment before he plunged it inside me.
    My muscles screamed, stretched open so suddenly like that, even with the preparation. I half-screamed, half-moaned, and again, he took that as encouragement. I thought it might have even been encouragement.
    He didn’t give me a breath to adjust, and the beast inside him liked it. It liked the way I grunted and groaned at every thrust. It liked the way Price controlled me at the hips, that all I could do was just take it. Price pounded into me too fast for me to even think of pushing my hips back to meet him.
    And my cock screamed in enjoyment. It wanted the beast too. It wanted to capture it, absorb it into my body, take it into me like I would be taking Price’s spendings. Price liked the noise, the beast of lust inside him did, so I made as much noise as I possibly could. I hated being vocal, but I wanted that lust more.
    “Fucking whore,” Price snapped, thrusting into me as hard as he could. The barrier broke, and he pounded into me one last time, riding the dissolution flooding through his body. He tried to thrust again, trying to make it last as long as possible, or maybe because he couldn’t stop, but he trembled against my back instead.
    Of course he couldn’t stop. All of his lust poured into me with his seed.
    Price collapsed on top of me, and the weight made my legs buckle beneath me. I hated to think how comforting it was, to have a man’s weight collapsed on me like that. I shouldn’t like it at all. Especially not having to listen to Price’s jagged breath against my ear. But then, mine was ragged too.
    Price had paid quite the chunk of coins for this. Benjamin and Mother Dover would say that if he wanted to crush me until dawn, he could. So I didn’t even try to move him. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the remnants of the lust beast as it slowly sunk inside me. The true me. The me I was cursed to be, trapping me here.
    Byrne’s money wouldn’t change that. I could never say ‘no’ to a tumble. I always had to feed myself with their sinful lust, their unnatural desires.
    Price’s breath evened out on top of me, and for a moment,