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No one argued with me.

My fingers slipped beneath the fabric.

I was soaked.

A shaky breath left me as I dragged two fingers through the heat, gathering my wetness before circling my clit. My hips shifted against my hand, chasing the pressure while Lux’s face remained on the laptop screen.

That mouth.

That scar.

Those eyes.

I imagined his hand closing around my jaw, forcing my face up to expose my every reaction. The thought tightened something deep inside me. I pressed harder, breath catching as pleasure spread through my stomach.

His image blurred.

The masked man replaced him.

Black. Expressionless. Menacing beneath the cold lobby lights. He had stumbled when he saw me.

The memory sent another pulse through my body.

I pushed one finger inside myself, curling it slowly as the rough shape of his voice returned with embarrassing clarity.

What is your name?

My back pressed harder into the couch.

“Liv,” I whispered, giving him the answer again.

I added a second finger. The stretch pulled a soft sound from my throat, and I bit the inside of my cheek to contain it, which was ridiculous because I lived alone. My thumb worked over my clit while my fingers moved faster.

In my head, the masked man stood between my knees. Tactical straps. Gun holster. Bloodless gloves this time, because even my fantasies respected basic hygiene standards. His broad shoulders filled my vision while he watched me touch myself for him.

My brain had combined the two most dangerous men I had thought about today into one efficient bad decision.

“Of course,” I breathed. “Why develop one unhealthy fixation when I can have them all?”

Pleasure tightened low in my body, each stroke dragging me nearer while the fantasy turned rougher. A gloved hand around my thigh. A masked face above mine. His voice asking my name again, though this time his mouth pressed against my skin while he said it.

Olivia.

My fingers curled harder.

The orgasm hit fast, wrenching through me until my thighs clamped around my hand. I buried my face against the blanket to smother my moan, hips jerking while waves of pleasure rolled through my body and left me shaking against the couch.

For several seconds, I forgot how lungs worked. When sensation finally loosened its grip, I opened my eyes.

Lux remained on the screen, red gaze fixed somewhere beyond the camera, unaware he had become masturbation material.

My hand stayed trapped inside my panties. The side of my neck burned beneath my jaw. I pressed my free fingers against the skin, pulse racing under them. I let out a sigh and turned over.

I clicked the lamp off.

Darkness settled over the apartment. The fridge hummed. The pipes ticked. The ward buzzed faintly at the door, and the rose scented the air. I curled under my blanket on the couch and pulled it up to my ears.

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