“Look at you,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “Hanging here like a feast for their eyes.”
I feel him position himself at my entrance, the headof his cock pressing against my soaked center. With one brutal thrust, he drives deep inside me.
The scream that rips from my throat echoes off the glass walls, amplifying the sound for our audience. Xavier doesn’t give me time to adjust—he sets a punishing pace immediately, driving into me with savage intensity.
“That’s it,” he snarls against my ear. “Scream for them. Let them hear what a slut you’ve become.”
My legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into me, each thrust sending me swaying in my restraints. The chains of my ruined dress bite into my skin with every movement, adding to the overwhelming sensation.
“They’re all watching you fall apart on my cock,” Xavier continues, his words filthy and perfect. “Many of Ravenwood’s most powerful people see exactly how desperate you are for my cock.”
I can barely form words through the assault on my senses, but I manage to gasp out, “Yes... let them watch... let them see...”
Xavier’s laugh is dark and satisfied. “Such a good little exhibitionist. You love knowing they’re out there touching themselves while watching me destroy you.”
His thrusts grow harder, more demanding, and I feel myself climbing toward release with terrifying speed. The knowledge that we’re being watched, that my complete surrender is entertainment for the city’s elite, only drives my arousal higher.
“Please,” I beg, my voice echoing through the glass chamber. “Please, Xavier, I’m so close...”
“Come for them,” he commands, his grip on my thighs tightening. “Show them how completely you belong to me.”
The orgasm builds inside me like a storm, gathering strength with each brutal thrust of Xavier’s hips. The leather cuffs bite into my wrists as I writhe in his grip, suspended between pleasure and pain while dozens of shadowed figures watch from their private booths.
“Come,” Xavier commands again, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. “Show them who you belong to.”
The words shatter the last fragile wall I’d built to protect what remained of my former self. As the climax crashes through me, I scream his name with desperate abandon.
“Xavier! God, yes, Xavier!”
The sound echoes off every glass surface, amplifying my surrender until it fills the entire chamber. Through the transparent walls, I watch the shadowed figures shift and move, their voyeuristic pleasure in my degradation obvious even from here.
But I don’t care anymore.
The truth burns through me as my pussy squeezes around Xavier’s driving cock—I am his. Completely, irrevocably, utterly his. Not simply because of a contract I signed in desperation, but because every cell craves this darkness.
“That’s it,” Xavier growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approaches his own release. “Let them all hear you surrender.”
My second orgasm follows immediately after the first, tearing another ragged scream from my throat. This time, when I cry out, it’s not his name but a confession that strips away my last pretense.
“I’m yours,” I sob against his shoulder, my voice breaking with the weight of absolute truth. “Heart and soul, Xavier. I belong to you.”
The confession wrecks me; the declaration is irrevocably made, and I mean every word. The version of me who walked into Purgatory six weeks ago was a lie—this is who I really am. Who I was always meant to be.
Xavier’s answering groan is one of complete dominance as he buries himself deep inside me one final time. His release triggers another wave of pleasure, and I hang limp in my restraints, completely spent.
“Mine,” he whispers against my ear, sending one last shiver down my spine.
I don’t protest. I don’t fight. I simply accept the truth that’s been building since the moment I first saw him—I was born to belong to Xavier Blackwood.
The figures watching from their booths have witnessed my complete transformation, but their presence no longer matters to me. Only Xavier exists at this moment, and the undeniable reality is that I am his in every way that counts.
47
XAVIER
Two months later…
The private dining room at Meridian overlooks Ravenwood’s glittering harbor, but my attention stays fixed on Mira beside me. Over two months since the Hunt, and she still takes my breath away. While she’s gone back to work, she has turned her attention to investigating smaller criminals—mainly those from my tip-offs—and is gaining traction as one of the best investigative journalists Ravenwood has ever seen.
