“What’s my name, Addison?”

“L-Levi,” I rasped before it turned into a moan when he hit me deep again. He was huge and hot. I was surrounded by him, his smooth skin, except for the hair on his chest, the denim of his jeans against my calves, and the leather of his belt against my inner thighs. My ass still throbbed, but in a really good way.

I shook harder as an indescribable wave of pleasure washed over me. I felt a tug low in my belly, followed by a gush between my thighs, and cried out again.

“There it is,” he said, still holding my gaze. “Squirted for me.”

His dirty words, the way he looked at me…I screamed and came harder, clamping down on him over and over again. I heard Manic curse some more, then he wrapped me in his massive arms, planted his knees on the mattress, and thrust into me hard and fast.

The move had the base of his cock grinding against my clit and hitting me deeper inside. My orgasm didn’t stop. It went on and on. Then Manic groaned and slammed deep, and his cock pulsed inside me. He buried his face against my throat, his groan turning into a hiss as he shook and thrust inside me.

I lay limp under him, wrung out, sated, nothing but a puddle.

He lifted his head, gripped my chin again, and kissed me, messy and deep—god, claiming. He slowed it down, brushing his lips over mine. “Good girl,” he said one more time, softly.

I jolted under him, my inner muscles actually clenching around him when he said it.

He pressed his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Y-you’re not so b-bad yourself,” I said and ignored his grin widening when I struggled to talk normally.

He pressed one last kiss to my lips and, with his eyes on mine, eased out of me and climbed off the bed. “Don’t move.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

I didn’t know why, but I felt incredibly calm after he’d spanked me, probably because Manic wrung everything out of me, every lingering emotion, all the built-up pain and fear. After I’d been with him like this, there was no room for it anymore.

I hadn’t had a panic attack since that night at the bar in Ridgeford, and I’d spent time with Manic’s family, which was usually a serious trigger for me.

He strode back in and leaned over me, moving me like I was a rag doll, and positioned me on my front. Something cool and damp was dragged over my ass.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Better than I had in my entire life. Happy. Like my world had changed forever. “Good,” I said instead. “Really good.”

Manic pressed his lips to one throbbing ass cheek, kissing it. “Glad to hear it, cupcake.”

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