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I rocked my hips against him, desperate for him to go deeper, harder. He pulled all the way out again. “My needy girl, you want to be fucked hard, don’t you?”

I nodded furiously.

“Too bad you need to go back to work.”

A sudden fear filled me that he would leave me like this, and I would jump the first attractive and powerful customer I could. New customer service method unlocked.

He ran a finger through my folds, coating himself with my slickness. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you enough to get through the day.” He licked every last drop of my wetness from his fingers, then squeezed my face with his hand, forcing me to look at him. “But tonight, when you come to the tower, you’ll be in my bed, and you’ll take whatever I do to you. I don’t care if you beg, plead, or barter. You will be mine to fuck, to taste, to tease until you cry or go mad with need. Tonight, you are mine.” He lined his cock up with my entrance again. “Is that understood?”

My jaw dropped, and I stared at him. He teased my entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock on my clit.

“Say yes, baby, and you can have what you want.” He thrust his dick between my slit and ground himself against my oversensitive clit. I cried out. “What was that?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “You can do whatever you want. Just fuck me hard now, please.”

He gripped my hips and drove himself deep, his head tipping back as he guided my hips with bruising force. It was wet, obscene, and so fucking good.

His pace was punishing, and I scrambled for anything to hold on to. He yanked me back, and I yelped. He drove himself balls-deep, stretching me and filling me the way I’d been craving the entire time.

I felt him swelling inside me as his breaths grew frantic. His thrusts grew harder, faster, and he reached around to rub my clit.

He tensed and pounded into me so hard the table moved beneath me, his cock swelling as his hand picked up speed. “I want you to come with me, baby.” His thumb rubbed tight, fast circles, and I was so close. “Okay, baby. Come for me.” He drove into me faster, his cock throbbing inside me as pleasure filled my body, and I fell over the edge. He followed behind me, driving himself deep and filling me with his cum. He shuddered and groaned as the last of him emptied inside me.

He kissed the back of my neck as he pulled out and used his fingers to push the cum leaking out of me back inside.

He dropped to his knees and pulled my underwear and pants back up. He flipped me so I faced him and that damn mask. I wanted it off. I wanted his face. Not a cold piece of plastic. He stood back up, towering over me.

The mask stared down at me, blank and black, while his chest rose too fast beneath the shirt. He rotated his injured shoulder wincing.

My hand went to my head. It buzzed with energy and gave me a headache. “I’m sorry, I—”

“You lost control,” he said.

My throat burned. “Hell, what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing.” His voice softened in a way that made my eyes sting. “Your body panicked. Your power grabbed the largest meal in the room. Unfortunately for Kalon, of course.”

A broken laugh punched out of me. Then I saw my hands shaking.

“Did I hurt him?”

“No. You took a taste. He’ll have a headache and dizziness for an hour. His pride took most of the damage.”

“But if you hadn’t come?”

He paused. The silence answered first. “If I hadn’t come,” he said, “you would have kept going. You wouldn’t have meant to.”

My knees went weak. He caught me tighter. “How did you know?” I asked.

“Every ward I put on you lit up.” His mouth tightened. “Your power screamed loud enough to rattle the glass in my office.”

“You put wards on me?”

“Yes.”

I fumbled with my hands. I should have been mad, but the fact that he had probably just saved Kalon’s life from me, of all people, left me feeling grateful.

I looked away from him and mumbled, “You should be in bed.”