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"The worst," I confirm wearily, savoring her touch, the way her hair falls over me like a comforter, the warmth and light floral scent soothing my soul. "Much better here with you."

She hums understandingly, continuing the work on my tense shoulders. I feel the tension finally easing up in my body under her ministrations.

"They know," I say at last. "About the deal I made with my father."

Her hands still on my shoulders. "Oh," she says. "You told them?"

I give a short, mirthless laugh. "If only. No, I didn't tell them." I fill her in on the meeting and, to my relief, she doesn't tell me—once again—how much I've fucked up.

In fact, she does just the opposite. "You'll figure it out," she says. "I know you will. And the Syndicate will get over it. Like Ricky said—it's all over and done with now."

Lyssa never fails to take a tough love approach, and I need that. I appreciate it.

But I find I also appreciate Aurora's encouragement and gentle positivity. I reach up and grab her hand, pulling her around the chair, tugging her off-balance until she falls into my lap, giggling. "Yes," I tell her, sliding a hand up her thigh. "It's over and done with, and I have something much more interesting to think about."

"What's that?" she asks with a grin.

In response, I slide my hand higher and trace down the seam of her pussy, making her catch her breath. Her thighs part in welcome and her eyes grow heavy-lidded.

"This," I tell her, "is the only thing on my mind right now."

Business can wait.

CHAPTER 18

Aurora

Hadria's hand slides up my skirt, sliding aside the fabric of my panties to explore me with her skilled fingers. She traces over my sensitive folds, making me squirm and writhe as I try to get her fingers closer to where I really want them.

Without warning, she seizes my panties in both hands and, with one clean yank, rips them right off me. "Hey!" I say, startled. "Those were expensi…ohhh." My head falls back against her shoulder as she pulls my thighs over hers and cups my sex. She must be able to feel how hot I am, igniting as she touches me.

"I'll buy you a thousand pretty panties to wear," she tells me, "just so I can rip them off you before I fuck you."

I moan in anticipation. She chuckles, her fingers trailing up my inner thighs now, sending goosebumps all over me. I arch my hips up in invitation as she teases me mercilessly, circling my entrance but never quite penetrating me. "Please, Hadria," I whimper, unable to hide my need any longer.

"I love the noises you make for me when I tease you. I want to see how long I can keep you on edge, making those delightful little whimpers and gasps." Before I can protest, her fingers part my folds, exposing me fully. "Look over there."

She turns my face with her other hand so that I see myself reflected in the mirror at the other side of the room, can see my pussy spread open, flushed with desire, and Hadria's long, slender fingers slowly teasing me. "Watch yourself," she murmurs in my ear, her breath tickling my skin as her fingers delve inside me ever so slightly. "I want you to see just how badly you want this."

I stare at my reflection, transfixed by the sight of her finger tracing over my wet heat. My cheeks warm with embarrassment but also the heady thrill at being on display like this for Hadria's amusement. I watch as her finger circles my clit now, rubbing it in slow, delicious motions. I pull up my top and tug my breasts up from my bra until my nipples are free, hard already though she hasn't touched them at all.

"Gorgeous," Hadria tells me. "Play with them. Twist those sweet nipples, make them pretty and pink for me."

I groan as I obey her command, pinching my nipples between my fingertips, rolling them around. With every little tug and twist, I feel the corresponding pull between my legs, each sensation heightening the other. Hadria's fingers, still holding me open, still circling my clit, are maddening now. I need more friction. I whimper louder, bucking into her touch.

But I'm at Hadria's mercy, and she's in no rush to grant me release.

"Oh, please," I moan, my hips rocking as if they have a mind of their own, "please, please..." I'm a slave to her touch, and I can see every move she makes as she plays with me.

"You like being watched, don't you?" Hadria says. "Look at you, all flushed and wet for me. There's nothing better than watching you gradually lose control, knowing that it's because of me."

"Please," I plead with her, my voice filled with need. "Let me come, please. I can't take it anymore."

"Not yet," she says, her voice like velvet. "I'm not done playing with you yet."

But she does take pity enough to increase the pressure and speed of her fingertips, working my clit with more intensity, another finger teasing my entrance, then sinking in deep. The duo sensations send me spiraling even higher, my entire focus narrowing down to the slick heat between my legs where she teases and torments me relentlessly. My breaths come in shallow pants, and I can feel the familiar buzz of my orgasm starting to build. "Oh, God," I moan "Hadria, I'm?—"

"I know," she says, amused. "I can see for myself how close you are, darling. And I want you to see it too. Look at yourself. Watch yourself while I make you melt completely."

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