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Isn’t this what a cult leader is like?

If Hayden McAllister is a cult leader, sign me up and take all my bank cards. I’m good to go.

I nearly come apart when he slides his tongue into my cunt.

“My god, Mills.” The words are muffled as his mouth worships every inch of me.

I am lost to everything but his touch, his kiss, his hands lifting my ass skyward to angle me just the way he wants me.

He’s so in control now that I can’t even push back or guide him. Hayden takes me how he wants to take me.

And all I do is weep and beg for more.

Every muscle in my body tightens uncontrollably the moment his mouth finds my clit. The sucking, the licking, the fucking moaning on my pussy— all of it stretches that rubber band of pleasure to the breaking point.

My release snaps.

I come on his tongue, my fingers tight in his hair as my body curls upward.

“Hayden!” I rasp.

I’m still coming when I open my eyes to find Hayden closing in for a heated kiss, sharing my taste with me.

Just then, there’s a knock on the door.

I ignore it, too wrapped up in Hayden’s kiss, reveling in how nice it feels to be held against him, breathing in his spicy scent and feeling his big hands on my back and in my hair.

Besides, we’ve got better things to do than answer the door. I haven’t finished this man off, which, after what he just did to me, is at the top of the list of my priorities.

The knocking becomes more insistent. And familiar.

“Ugh, it’s Peter. It’ll probably be something important. I should answer,” I say, moving to get up from the bed.

Hayden pulls me back, leveling me back down onto the bed with a claiming kiss.

“I’ll take care of it,” he says. “Besides, I’m the only one dressed here.”

He has a point. Hayden gets up and goes to the door while I think about what happens next.

Do I have a condom? Do I go down on him first since he did that for me?

Is he going to finally take his damn shirt off, at least?

Now I’m wide awake and curious about what is going on in the living room, so I get up and throw on my lightweight summer bathrobe, tying it tight across my breasts.

When I enter the living room, what I see throws a bucket of ice-cold water on my entire mood.

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ten

Hayden

Peter stands in the hallway when I open the door, a self-important look on his face.

“Can I help you?” I don’t force a smile because it’s 1:30 a.m. What the hell does this guy want?

“I could hear through the wall that the two of you were still awake, so I thought I would offer to take Monster for the night so he can get some sleep at my place.”

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