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“It was only a small pain, Morgue. Honest. There, then gone. The pleasure is so much more than the pain, and it’s not even fading now. It’s completely gone. There’s a little bit of a burn where you’re stretching me, but it only adds to how good this feels.” I could feel tears gathering in my eyes. “Please don’t stop. Please. I need to know what…” I closed my eyes as two tears coursed down my cheeks. “I need to know what comes next.”

“Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. This time, instead of getting rid of water, I got the feeling he was trying like hell to figure out what to do. “You swear, Dorothy? I mean, really fuckin’ swear?”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah. I really fuckin’ do.”

There were several beats of silence, then Morgue barked out a laugh. Then chuckled. Then outright guffawed. Tears streamed from his eyes in his mirth, but his cock was still hard as stone inside me. “You are a rare treasure, my little Dorothy. I am proud to call you mine.”

I thought he might fuck me then, take me and push us both over the edge. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me again and carried me back into the bedroom and moved us both on to the bed. I thought he would settle himself over my naked body, however, Morgue rolled us gently so that I was on top of him with his cock still inside me.

“Now. You want this, you do the work,” he said. “I’m not gonna hurt you because I’m so fuckin’ horny I can’t control my fuckin’ self.” He swept his hands up and down my hips and thighs in a soothing yet tantalizing caress. When I didn’t immediately move, he urged me up and down, and I understood what he wanted me to do. I braced my hands on his chest and started riding him.

It took me a minute to get the right angle, but the second I did and my clit scraped over his skin with every motion, my movements became more assertive. I gasped as I moved, my hips snapping forward and backward as I rode him. Morgue’s breathing was heavy and deep, the occasional grunt broke free, but he was otherwise silent, watching me intently.

I threw my head back and screamed. The peak I’d known was on the horizon crested but was shy of what I thought it would be. I was missing something I had no idea how to express. Or maybe this was all there was?

“Dorothy?” Morgue hadn’t taken his pleasure. I think he was too busy making sure I was OK to let himself go.

“I’m sorry.” It was all I could think of to say. “Thank you for this.” I started to climb off him, but Morgue grasped my hips, stilling me.

“What’s wrong? You have to talk to me.”

I smiled at him. “We both seem to devolve to one- or two-word sentences on occasion. I’m not sure the conversation would be all that informative.”

“You need something else.” It wasn’t a question. “Tell me.”

I shrugged helplessly, doing my best to fight off tears. “I don’t know! There seemed like there was going to be more than… I don’t know. It just went away.”

“Did you have sex before you left for Cancún?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“So, you were a virgin.”

“Yes.”

Very slowly, probably so he didn’t frighten me, and I had time to stop him if it triggered me, Morgue rolled us until he settled his weight on top of me. The change was immediate. I gasped as he rocked his hips from side to side to position himself comfortably.

“You tell me if it’s too much or you don’t like me pinning you down. Yes?”

“I promise.”

Morgue started to move then. His hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Every motion sent more and more friction over my clit. My breath hitched as I climbed that elusive peak once more. When he leaned down to kiss me, I thrust my hips back at him. It was instinctual on my part. It just felt good.

“That’s it, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” His words were between kisses and against my lips in a breathy whisper. “I’ll always take care of you.”

I dug my heels into his ass, urging him on like spurring a horse. Morgue complied. This time, his breathing was as ragged as mine and I knew he would never lead me wrong in sex. He’d always find the best way to our mutual satisfaction. That was the moment I realized that I’d never want another man. Never. Only Morgue. And I didn’t even know his name.

The epiphany shook my concentration just enough for me to fall over that peak I’d been heading toward before I had the chance to fully appreciate it. It was like starting up that first major hill on a roller coaster and immediately dozing off. Then, the second you wake, you’re starting over the hill, looking straight down at the track but unable to see the bottom. It was fucking terrifying. And I screamed in ecstasy.

Chapter Eight

Morgue

I hadn’t left Dorothy alone for more than a very few minutes since she’d come here three weeks before. I’d promised her I wouldn’t, and I hadn’t. But the discussion I was getting ready to have was something I needed to do without her around to hear the conversation. Thankfully, Dorothy still had Sparkle on loan, and Blossom and Iris brought all the old ladies by to visit with her. I’d told her where I’d be and I had my phone so she could call or text if she needed me, then gone to Wylde’s office. I’d called Stitches to meet us.

“Tell me you found those bitches,” I started the second I walked into Wylde’s office. Needless to say, the other man was less than impressed.

“Nice to see you too, Morgue. Welcome to my office. Where I shoot pushy bastards on sight.”