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  “Emma,” he murmurs, walking over to stand by my side. “Darling…”

  “I’m ready, Master,” I tell him in a shaking voice. “Ready for…for my punishment.”

  His gray eyes go suddenly hard. “That’s good to hear, Emma, because I’m going to punish you hard tonight. I’m going to use your little pussy very roughly and thoroughly and I don’t want to hear a word of protest. Do you understand?”

  His stern words start a fire between my legs. “Yes Master,” I whisper. “I-I understand.”

  “Good.” He moves around behind me and I hear the low purring sound of his zipper being lowered. “Because I’m going to fuck you now, Emma. Going to fuck you hard.”

  I feel him fit the broad head of his cock to the entrance of my pussy. I can’t help remembering the last time he did this—the way he slid into me so slowly and was so careful not to thrust in me too hard. The way he was so gentle, so loving in his treatment of me. I have a feeling tonight is going to be the opposite but somehow no less pleasurable for all that.

  Two strong hands grip my hips and I can feel my Master’s breath hot against the back of my neck. “Get ready,” he advises me, his voice a deep, menacing growl. “I’m not just going to fuck you tonight, Emma. I’m going to breed you.”

  His words remind me suddenly that I’m not on birth control. And since my period is over—has been over for a while—I’m fertile and completely unprotected. I open my mouth to say this…and close it again.

  “I know,” Aiden murmurs in my ear as his thick shaft slides slowly into me, stretching me wide. “I know you have no protection, Emma. I know you’re open and fertile. Completely vulnerable to my seed.”

  “Master?” I whisper, making his name a question. “Are you…will you…?” I can’t finish the sentence. He’s all the way inside me now, and this time he’s making no effort to hold back. The broad head of his cock presses hard against the mouth of my womb, making me shiver with fear and anticipation.

  “I’m sorry, Emma,” he tells me. “But I won’t pull out of you tonight. I’m going to claim your pussy and come in you whether you want me to or not. The best thing you can do is simply submit—open your pussy for me and let me fill you. You have no choice.”

  My chest feels tight and it’s suddenly hard to breathe. Submit. I have to submit, I remind myself. And then slowly I start to relax. If my Master wants to come in me while I’m fertile and unprotected, I have no choice but to let him. The knowledge that I am his—completely and totally his to do with as he chooses—fills me with a strange kind of peace.

  “Yes Master,” I murmur, turning my head and pressing my cheek to the cool wood of the breeding bench. “Whatever you want. I-I submit.”

  “Gods, Emma.” His deep voice is tight, filled with emotion. “You’re so beautiful when you give yourself to me. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.” I spread my thighs wider, trying to open myself still more for him, to give myself completely. “Please, Master, do it,” I urge him. “Take me. Punish me.”

  “I’ll punish you when I’m ready and not before,” he growls with soft menace. The hands gripping my hips tighten and I feel him tense inside me. “Remember what I told you about topping from the bottom, Emma?”

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I just…I want you so much. Whatever you’re going to give me—pleasure or pain. I want it.”

  “I’ll give it to you, all right,” he says, sounding almost angry this time. “Don’t move, Emma. I’m going to fuck you now.”

  I open my mouth to reply but then I feel him pull almost all the way out of me…and thrust back in hard and fast. I cry out as I feel the thick shaft filling me, the head of his cock pressing hard against the mouth of my womb with each deep stroke.

  Punishment fuck…he’s giving me a punishment fuck, I remind myself, trying to remember to breathe as the hard fucking goes on and on. I want to try to twist, to get away—but there’s no place for me to go. Aiden’s hands on my hips hold me in place, not letting me move from my submissive position. His breath is hot and furious against the back of my neck and his cock seems to throb within me, stretching me to the limit with each deliberately rough stroke.

  Strangely, his roughness seems to push me closer and closer to the edge. I’m experiencing as much pain as pleasure but the feeling is so intense, so deep. I feel so opened, so taken by my Master. I am his, I think as he rams into me yet again. Utterly and completely his. He’s finally claiming me. Finally marking me as his own.

  “You’re mine, Emma,” Aiden growls in my ear, echoing my thoughts as he fucks me. “You belong to me now and I’ll never…let…you…go.” He punctuates each word with a particularly deep thrust, making me cry out, making me gasp my submission.

  “Yes Master,” I cry, feeling the magic of the wounded spell flow over me as my pleasure and pain start to peak. “I’m yours…only and always yours.”

  “Come for me.” One of his large hands leaves my hip and travels around to my pussy. His long fingers rub roughly against my clit. “Come for your Master, Emma. I want to feel your pussy holding me tight when I fill you with my cum.”

  “Master…” I moan and suddenly it’s too much. The pleasure of being owned, the pain of his roughly inflicted punishment, the magic of the ancient spell pouring over me, yearning to be healed… It all comes together like a cyclone inside me and I feel myself exploding, my pussy contracting helplessly around Aiden’s thick shaft as he shoves himself hard inside me and pumps me full of his hot, creamy cum.

  “Mine,” he growls again as he fills me with his seed. “Always mine, Emma. Never forget that.”

  “I won’t,” I try to say but the magic gets in the way. I can feel it tingling all through me, rushing over me, invading me, calling my own, long-dormant power to the surface.

  Suddenly my eyes feel strange and so does my hair—my pupils burn while my scalp feels as if someone poured a bucket of ice water over my head. Even my bones ache. Bizarre energy rushes over me, drowning me, overwhelming my senses until I can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breathe.

  It’s too much to bear all at once. Dimly I’m aware of Aiden calling my name. I try to answer but my mouth won’t work. I shiver and gasp as the world goes gray around me. I open my mouth to scream…and everything fades to black.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “Emma? Emma, darling? Wake up! Wake up.” Aiden is shaking me, a look of fear and desperation on his strong features.

  “A-Aiden?” I blink up at his white face barely visible in the darkness, trying to make my eyes focus. Why is everything blurry and then suddenly sharp? And why does my scalp itch so badly? I put up a hand to touch my hair but blue sparks fly from my fingertips. With a gasp, I pull my hand back. I don’t want to set my own hair on fire! “What’s…what’s going on?” I ask him in a trembling voice.

  “Your magic. You finally came into your magic.” Lexy is suddenly kneeling beside me, free of the tape that bound her earlier. Beside her Grant is standing, his hands on his knees, peering at me curiously.

  “It’s true,” he says. “It came in like an earthquake when you fused the spell. I’ve never felt such a manifestation of power before.”

  I recoil from him, thinking I’m still naked, but then I realize I’m wrapped in Aiden’s charcoal-colored jacket. “Is that true?” I look up at my Master for verification.

  “I don’t know,” he says honestly, looking immensely relieved. “I’m just glad you’re all right, darling. You fainted and I couldn’t wake you up. Gods…” He puts a hand over his face for a moment in an uncharacteristic display of emotion. “Emma,” he says in a muffled voice. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I thought…thought I’d lost you.”

  “You still might.” Lexy puts a hand on her hip. “Why didn’t you warn Emma this day was coming? Why didn’t you tell her she was related to Katherine? And what else are you holding back?”

  “Lexy, please…” I hold out a hand to stop her. “I don’t want