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They keep her in a deep state of sleep. Enough that I can come and go as I please without her knowledge; she’s at my mercy and under my protection.

Soon she’ll know. She’ll kneel for me and part those pretty lips: tongue on display and waiting for my come.

The music is low; a playlist she relaxes to each night and as the crescendo rises, so do the pumps of my hips. The instruments are being pushed to their limits while my strokes match the almost violent notes. They fill the room, overshadowing my grunts while snapshots of the many ways I want to break her scroll through my mind like a movie reel.

From her ass to her plump mouth, I want to fill each hole until it overflows. Watch it spill out so I can push—

“Son of a bitch,” I grit out then as my world stops for a second. Every part of me is held captive as Liliana turns, taking the sheets with her and exposing the left side of her body from hip to those exposed toes. Soft, flawless, tanned skin. Sinuous curves. The crease of her bare ass cheek has me throbbing from head to toe while my teeth gnash—ache from the urge to sink them in deep, leaving a permanent indent on each curvy globe.

My eyes shift, and I take in her pretty pink flesh next. Just a tease of her sweet slit and bare lips.

Liliana isn’t spread out for me, but the position is a gift I reward with a brutal tug of my cock. One is all I need for the first rope of my release to pulse from my engorged tip, and I follow it through heavy-lidded eyes as it lands across her foot.Fuck, that’s beautiful.

But then again, every part of her is simply exquisite.

The next one kisses just the tips of her toes before soaking into her fitted sheet.

And I’m not the least bit ashamed. No remorse.

I don’t stop until every last drop has marked my territory before using my semi-hard length to massage my essence into her flesh. From the tip of her pinky to her calf, I gently rub my dick across her skin until I’m satisfied with the slight glow left behind.

“The next time I come, I’ll be buried deep inside of you.” My vow. A promise that comes out low, rumbling from deep inside my chest as a new track begins to play over her speakers. This one is softer. It feels like the calm after the storm, but this turbulent, possessive grip doesn’t abate. If anything, it cements the end of my patience. “I’m done waiting, my beautiful little rebel.”

My muscles contract as I stroke downward, squeezing the tip and drawing out the last few drops of my release while my phone vibrates inside my pocket. It starts as the final pearl-like dribble clings to the tip—before another shake causes it to meet with her sheets—and then the call stops. Three times it does this; I ignore it each time and instead lift the corner of the fabric closest to me and wipe the last remnants of my come on it.

The perfect mess.

Tucking my cock inside my dress pants, I stretch my neck and cast a quick glance at her bedside clock. It’s a little past two in the morning and I’m in no rush to leave, ready to defile her one more time, but stop when the vibration changes to the subtle three-quick raps that indicate an incoming text.

With my zipper half down, I pull out my cell and open the last message. The number belongs to someone who knows better than to disturb me; I don’t hide who she is to me, but his words are worth the moment of annoyance.

At the Royce shipyard where Esmeralda is dry-docked. I received the package. ~ Isaac

Immediately after reading his text, my eyes shift to the still-sleeping beauty. I take in the slow rise and fall of each breath and her messy, black hair while her plump lips pucker. Then there’s the way she still clings to my shirt while unconscious—how soft and delicate she looks while the innocent warmth she exudes calls to me.

It always has, even though I know Liliana Armas is no wallflower.

She’s cunning and smart.

Attracts attention and it’s not always the good kind, yet it doesn’t matter.

I indulge her while stalking her every move. Let her dig and tempt danger while my finger’s always on the trigger.

I’ll be there in twenty. Handle the parcel with care. ~Royce

I don’t wait for his reply. Instead, Ibend down low enough to place a chaste kiss on her ankle. There’s a little of my come there, but it doesn’t bother me. If anything, it feeds my animalistic pride to know it’s my scent on her soft skin. That she’ll carry a bit of me with her until she takes a shower after her morning yoga session.

One last inhale—I memorize every exposed inch of flesh—and then turn to leave, exiting the room while fixing my clothes. I only deviate long enough to rinse my hands inside the half-bath near the living room and slip one of her hair ties around my wrist before leaving the same way I came.

My phone vibrates again as the soft thud of her heavy wooden door follows. It echoes a tiny bit, nothing that’d wake her, while I nod at the guard standing in front of the elevator.

He’s waiting for me with the door open, and I step inside without a word. It’s unnecessary. Her security knows the consequences—what I’m capable of—when it comes to her safety.

And as he steps back and the metal door closes, I shift a final glance at her entrance. It reminds me of why I initially came to see her.

Of the attention Liliana’s dinner with Luna De Leon and her husband, drew.

Of the two cadavers I’ll be disposing of before the sun rises.

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