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7

Of course, Leah’s request caught Kazan completely off guard. He was stunned and at a loss for words. You see, despite the numerous women he’s been to bed with, he has never encountered a woman who would outright say such words, especially someone he’s about to hook up with for the first time.

They would show signs of wanting him or sex. The same. Play with their words even, and act all seductively to get his attention. But not this bare-faced and vulgar. What he’s trying to say is that he didn’t expect her to be this willing to have sex with him, given the horrible relationship between the two. If this can even be considered a relationship. Kazan also didn’t expect this from a young beauty like her. He guessed that looks are very deceiving.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. She wants him to smash her. Of course, he wants to do this more than anything. Which man in their right mind would even say no to such a compelling woman? However, she might be using the power she has over him to get him to free her from confinement, and the worst part is that it’s working.

No. He can’t let this happen. He needs to leave here right now. However, as he was gearing to leave, Leah reached out for him, and her touch stilled him.

Bloody hell! He’s going to regret this in the morning, isn’t he?

Kazan opened the cell door without a second thought. And upon him entering, Leah throws herself all over him, kissing his lips turbulently, ripping his shirt open, and nibbling at his neck. To put it simply, the girl was an animal. Not that Kazan mind. In his book, a woman who goes after what she wants—a woman who will go to the extreme to please him—is a worthy woman.

His belt buckle was unfastened in seconds, and his hard shaft pulled out. Leah’s hand then glides up and down his length like a figure skater on ice as she suffocates him with potent kisses.

Some minutes later, Kazan eventually decided to take the lead in the action. He backed her up against the bars of the cell. Leah instinctively set herself up to receive him, her backside up, and one leg rested between the bars of the cell.

Afterwards, Kazan positioned himself behind her, giving her every inch of him. And it was just like he pictured it—complete ecstasy. However, it wasn’t an easy task to explore her. He even bruised his manhood in the process, but it was worth it. Camping inside of her was like that warm fire on a cold winter night. That strong alcoholic drink you have after a stressful day—that long-overdue vacation to your favorite tropical island—it’s that seemingly endless feeling of joy. You get the picture; between her legs is amazing.

Oooh sh*t! Never has he been this determined to destroy a woman sexually before. He was definitely possessed. Kazan even found himself hauling her hair, seizing her neck viciously, and enjoying her cries of pleasure as he ploughed her soil like a farmer would a corn field on a warm, sunny day.

And now he can’t hold it any longer. He’s going to explode any second now. Oooo sh*t!!! That was so good and quick, too. That is surprising and a bit embarrassing. Kazan has had sex hundreds of times, and never—not once—was it this easy or fast for him to reach climax. And yet he failed just now to last for five minutes.

It couldn’t be helped, though. This dominatrix is no ordinary woman after all. Her pleasure spot was like nothing he had experienced. It was as if it was dipped in honey before it was gifted to her. Or maybe he was just too damn anxious for a taste and feel of her.

Well, whatever. He enjoyed his short cumming way more than those long hours of sex before orgasm. It’s like this is his first time having sex, but better. In terms of sensation and intense desire, that is. And even now, his manhood has remained hard, and he feels the need to go for another round. However, things didn’t go as planned. Let’s say Leah had other plans.

“OK, I’ll admit. That was not as bad as I expected it to be. But like they say, all good things must come to an end.” Leah punched him flat on his back. And before he could get up, she got on top of him, pinning him to the floor. Kazan tried with all his might to free himself, but she was way stronger than he was.

No, that’s not it. For some reason, it felt like his strength had left him. It must have been something she did while his guard was down. Some strange technique, perhaps? She then beat him in the face to the point where he almost lost consciousness.

“You should have left when you had the chance, too. Now your foolish decision will be your undoing.” She whispered in his ear before punching him out cold.