The bedroom door shuts behind them.
Click.
Lock.
Silence.
Janelle turns to face her.
Eyes hungry.
Lips parted.
Her chest rising like she's ready to either scream or sob.
"I don't want toys. I don't want rules. I want you," she says.
Voice trembling.
Honest. Bare.
Mirabel doesn't reply.
She grabs Janelle's face with both hands—kisses her like she wants to kill her with love.
Teeth. Tongue. Heat.
Like they've both been starving and finally found the only meal that matters.
Clothes are ripped, not removed.
Buttons scatter. Lace tears.
Janelle's back hits the bed. Her thighs open instinctively.
"Do you trust me?" Mirabel breathes against her lips.
Janelle nods.
"No say it."
"I trust you."
Mirabel straddles her.
Rolls her hips down slow, deep, making them both moan.
Their bodies move in rhythm like a curse being spoken.
Dark. Delicious. Terrifying.
No toys.
No games.
Just skin on skin.
Pain and pleasure wrapped into one sacred, messy chaos.
"I hate how much I love you," Janelle whispers through gritted teeth as she claws at Mirabel's back.
"I know," Mirabel gasps, tears in her throat, "me too."
They break each other kissing hard, slapping, choking, crying through it.
Not from sadness.
From the weight of finally being able to let go.
"I'm yours," Janelle cries as Mirabel fingers her
fast, merciless, deep.
"Mine to ruin," Mirabel growls, "mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to break."
And she does.
Janelle comes screaming her name—so loud, they both freeze after, breathing hard like animals.
Then they laugh. Softly. Drunk on each other.
Mirabel pulls her into a slow, tired kiss.
"You're not going anywhere," she says against her lips.
"Never," Janelle replies. "Even if you destroy me."
Meanwhile…
Downstairs, the mansion sounds like a demon's playground.
Moans. Toys. Wet slaps. Screams.
Kade, Aster, and Naya are tangled on the couch.
All holes used.
All limits gone.
Naya rides Aster's face, while Kade fucks her from behind—switching every time someone comes.
They whisper the mistresses' names like prayers between orgasms.
There are no rules tonight.
No safe words.
Just desire and madness and the echo of something greater happening above.
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To be continued