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“Are all these theatrics part of the package? Because, honestly, it’s a little heavy-handed. Are you new to this?”

What the hell is he talking about? I stand frozen as he approaches. Just from the way he moves, steady and calm, like a predator stalking its prey, I know I’m well and truly fucked. Goosebumps erupt over my skin, hot and cold prickles starting up in my fingertips.

What can I say to calm down this monster? To stop him advancing on me like a starved predator who’s just spotted injured prey?

“Lucky for you, I’m an excellent tutor.” He twitches his hand, and that’s when my stomach bottoms out in fear.

He’s holding a belt.

Chapter 13

Ethan

The girl is sitting at the kitchen counter, her back turned to me as I enter the room. Warm candlelight silhouettes her body. The only sound is the scrape of cutlery against crockery.

I stop beside her, my cock throbbing at the sound of her moan as she takes another bite of apple pie. Her clothes keep changing. One minute she’s wearing the maid’s outfit, the next she’s in her coat…with nothing beneath, judging from the creamy flesh peeking out between her lapels.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

She looks up at me, and for the first time since she’s arrived at Glenmont, smiles. “I love apple pie.”

“More than key lime?” I tuck a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.

“Definitely.” Her eyes sparkle.

“Don’t stop,” I tell her.

She shakes her head, declining. “Myles said I have to watch my weight.”

Her words send an unpleasant shock through me. Is it true, then? Did Balmont send Olivia?

“You’re gorgeous just the way you are,” I tell her, cupping her face in my palm. “Here, have some more.”

I scoop a piece of pie into the fork. She studies me for a moment and then smiles before opening her mouth. I feed her, entranced by her plump, pink little lips as she chews.

There’s a crumb on her lower lip. I use my thumb to trap it and slide it inside her mouth. Her tongue moves languidly against my finger as if she’s tasting me, warm and wet.

I rumble out in pleasure, my other hand gripping the back of her neck.

“I’m still hungry,” she says, the words muffled around my thumb.

“How about I fill you up?”

I slide my fingers under her chin, gripping her lower jaw and using that touch to guide her onto her feet. Her big green eyes study me intently as I slowly force her down to her knees in front of me.

She opens her mouth, but I tug her lower jaw down even wider, stretching her lips. My thumb slides over her warm, wet tongue, pressing it down, creating even more space.

“Make room, my little fuck toy.”

My cock throbs in my hand as I stroke it, the head less than an inch from her perfect mouth. I groan and slide my hips forward, aiming for her lips.

A harsh sound drags me out of the dream. I reluctantly open my eyes, blinking as I adjust to the dark.

What the hell woke me up?

There’s a dark shape near my desk, and it only takes a second for me to recognize Olivia standing behind my chair.

Blood pumps through my veins like lava—hot, thick, and as infernal as the dark thoughts filling my mind.

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