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“You know I had this made for you, right?” He chuckled as he teased my entrance with the tip, testing, stretching. Heat rose in my cheeks at the wet sounds my pussy was making. “You didn’t even get to the best part of the book before you decided to use it. If you had held out, you would know that it’s a custom replica from the book.”

Without warning, he slammed half the toy inside me. My pussy stretched to accommodate its girth. I moaned so loudly it was almost embarrassing. He tested the knot on my entrance.

It was too much, too thick. I couldn’t handle any more than I already was. He worked the toy in and out of my pussy, my wetness soaking the bedding. My fingers tangled in the sheets as he worked the toy with one hand and snaked the other under my shirt to find my breast. My nipple pebbled between his fingers as he pinched and rubbed it with his fingers.

I could feel the pressure building up low in my stomach again, and my hips began moving in motion with the toy. My breathing became erratic. I was so close. I was going to—

He pulled the toy out, and I whimpered at the loss. He began working my clit with his thumb. “You come when I say you do.”

His calloused hand picked up the pace as my hips worked in time with his circles, my tits bouncing with my frantic, needy motions.

If he didn’t finish me again, I was going to go insane. He leaned down to whisper something, but I didn’t give him the chance. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, meeting his lips hungrily, sucking, kissing, and nipping.

He growled into my mouth, deep and predatory. “Fuck, Liv. I don’t know if I can stop myself.”

“Don’t,” I whispered.

He picked up the toy again and pressed it into me, swallowing my moans with his mouth. My entrance stretched with each thrust of the toy until, finally, he bit down on my lip and then plunged the toy, knot and all, deep inside me. I screamed, and he smiled into my lips. “Good girl.”

I was so full, stretched beyond my max, as his hand began working my clit again. I ground my pussy against his hand, and he groaned into my ear, his breath shaky.

“Come for me again, Liv.” His hand worked me rougher, tighter, while the toy hit a spot so deep inside me a tear slid down my face. My orgasm ripped out of me so hard I screamed again, and the aftershocks continued long after I had come.

He kissed me, dipping his tongue inside to taste me. I closed my eyes and ran my hand down his muscled chest to the button of his pants. I fumbled with the buttons.

He panted into my mouth. “Fuck, Liv, I can’t.”

He rose up again, cold air taking his place.

I opened my eyes, and he was gone. Like a ghost.

Lux

I’m going to need new pants . . .

I lowered my head and rested it on the steering wheel.

Bang. “Stupid.”

Bang. “Stupid.”

Bang. “Stupid.”

I’ve never, and I mean never, met a woman who could make me come in my pants without even touching my dick. Fuck, I was in so much trouble.

That had been risky, rash, impulsive . . . She could have seen my face . . . The bond could have completed. But now that I’d tasted her, swallowed her moans, and watched her come for me, there was no way I could stop. No, I was thoroughly and absolutely fucked.

I’d finished in my pants and disappeared like a coward, mostly because the phone in my pocket was vibrating like a bomb had gone off somewhere—alerts, texts. Vale knew better, which meant something was wrong.

Even though I’d come once already, replaying the night in my head had me hard and throbbing all over again. I groaned and pulled my phone out. I’d been ignoring it for while I enjoyed my girl. Which was about to bite me in the ass because, yes, a bomb had gone off. Close to the city center. Near my tower.

A wide smile stretched across my face. It was a good night after all. That—that was a real message. They’d made it past my defenses, close enough to my home to make a real statement, and this time, yes, I was smiling because there was a bomb.

I grabbed a spare suit I kept in my trunk, changing out of my tactical gear—for now, at least—and pulled off.

When I arrived at the site, the flames were still uncontrollable, billowing smoke high into the night sky. Vale stood swallowed by flames behind him. He looked up, and a look of utter relief crossed his face.

“Sorry to, uh—interrupt, sir,” he said, typing away on his phone.