Chapter 5

It wasn’t a scream of pleasure, but of sheer, agonized frustration.

My orgasm had hit a wall, a dam that wouldn’t break. The intense, prostate-driven climax roiled inside me with nowhere to go.

My body convulsed violently, shaking in a dry, painful spasm, like my soul was being torn in two.

I thrashed and bucked like a wild animal caught in a trap, and my hips f!cked uselessly into the bed while Lukas’s fingers continued their savage assault from behind and Jax’s grip held my release hostage.

“N–NO, PLEA—! LET GO!” I shrieked, the words sounding raw and guttural.

The sensation was torture. It was pleasure magnified to the point of pain, a firestorm in my nerves that had no outlet. Sweat poured off me, and my entire body shook uncontrollably. I drooled onto the sheets, babbling incoherently, reduced to a sobbing, pleading mess.

Just when I thought I would pass out, that the friction and the overstimulation would literally kill me, Lukas withdrew his fingers completely.

The sudden shocking emptiness was almost as violent as the penetration. I slammed my hips forward into the bed in one last, desperate thrust, my body following through on the aborted climax, but nothing came. Just a painful, throbbing ache in my balls and a deep, hollow emptiness in my ass. I collapsed onto the bed, trembling so hard my teeth chattered. Then I broke down crying, the sounds coming out of me rough and messy.