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“And?”

“And I won’t approach you with your father.”

Three fingers slap against my clit, my head falling back against the chair. “Good girl.” The feeling intensifies, my knees closing around his hand but he keeps them open. “There’s a third.” Something enters me, rigid and textured. Is that the handle? It slides in easily, and I can’t help but think about the way he fills me as my body embraces it.

“Fuck, Mac…” I murmur as he thrusts into me. He’s gentle for all of a second before he thrusts harder. A perfect rhythm. “Anything.” And I’m scared I mean it.

“You’ll be at Paradise Botanicals tomorrow night, understand?” The sound of his voice makes me tighten around the handle he fucks me with, my body trembling as the room starts to peel away. Then he stops, leaving me gasping. “Understand?”

“Why?” My voice sounds like I’m panting for more. “Why?”

“Do you understand?” He leans closer, teasing me when his lips brush against mine, thrusting just enough that I respond.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Pulling the handle out, he takes a step back, dropping his pants to reveal his hardened rod. “Ready for your reward?”

TWENTY-THREE

EMBER

I don’t know where we are.

Or why I was so angry in the first place.

But the look in Mac’s eyes as he hovers over me makes me not give a flying fuck.

With a grip on the back of the chair, he sinks himself inside me, every muscle in me turning to mush. He groans in my ear, thrusting deep, his throbbing hardness against my tightening walls. “Did I make myself clear?” He hovers his lips closer.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Feeling him inside me again gives me that thing I hoped for. It’s like it erases everything. I’m not worried about why he didn’t respond. Or why his name’s on the mural. The way he consumes me reminds me of just that. We’re a team. We sure as hell fuck like one.

“Now come for me like a good girl.” When he plants his lips on mine, that seals it. A wave of euphoria washes through me as the walls fall apart around us. So do my fears. So does the image of Greta in handcuffs.

My body is his again as I let it all out. “Fuck, Mac!” I cry before his hand slams over my mouth. My body feels like it's being shocked again and again as my brain goes blank. I melt into his kiss, into his thrusts. I let myself fall apart on Mac McKinsley.

He keeps his eyes on mine as his thrusts slow, my body collapsing into the chair I’m tied to. His words land in my ear. “Try to fuck me over again and we’ll have a problem, Everett.” His voice rumbles through me as my trembling body before he pulls away. His thickness leaves me, and I crave it again. Mac is the worst drug. He’ll leave you in withdrawal in seconds.

Standing up, Mac’s eyes wander my body, spent and used by him. Pulling his pants up, he smirks before he turns towards the door. “And stay the fuck away from Gray Whitney.”

“Madame.” A server in a black vest stands next to me, holding a tray of champagne I know tastes like heaven. Taking it, the first sip already helps calm my nerves.

“You’ll be at Paradise Botanicals tomorrow night, understand?”

I don’t know if I should be here after what happened to Greta. I haven’t heard from her. I don’t know where she is or if she’s okay. I also haven’t heard from Mac since he devoured me in the rink’s control room.

My cheeks tingle remembering how he sunk himself inside me. How he took control. How he reminded me we’re a team.

I hope that rings true tonight.

The champagne in my hand matches the heels on my feet, courtesy of Mac. This two-piece black ensemble I'm wearing is a gift from him too. A laced crop top with a cutout means there’s more skin exposed this time. I usually hate wearing something this revealing but this outfit makes me feel like a model again. And the way the flowy skirt hits the floor makes me feel regal. A queen.

Paradise Hill’s botanical gardens is a fairytale, on acid. The theme is Alice in Wonderland and it’s as smokey as the caterpillar’s pipe. The smell of different flowers blends with tobacco and weed as guests smoke at their will. The setting sun casts an enchanting glow on the elite crowd dressed in designer labels. Tall trees I’ve never seen stand adorned with fairy lights, twinkling as I walk by. They help welcome me into this whimsical realm. One I finally feel part of.

My eyes scan the crowd for that sculpted body. Those shiny eyes. But I don’t see him.

“Who keeps inviting you to these things?” Hannah emerges from a bush of lilac flowers. She's in a sparkling white dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. Two slits on each side of her dress reach her ass, and the top of her dress sits like a bra. She eyes mine, her nose twisting.

“Wait, let me guess.” Grabbing another glass of champagne floating by, I hold up my free hand like a stop sign. “I’m Valley Vermin and I don’t belong here.”

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