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There isn’t a part of me that isn’t screaming with the need to shove my cock inside her and claim what no man has taken before.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” My voice is a guttural growl.

“Always.” She tilts her hips toward me, trying to gain penetration. “Please touch me.” She wraps a hand around my neck, clawing my skin. “I need you.”

I salivate. Loving her need. Thriving on it. “Such a greedy little girl.” I rub two fingers along her slit, back and forth, teasing her entrance.

She cries. “Please, Remy.”

“Don’t worry. I have something better for you.” I drag my hand from her hair and shove it into my jacket pocket, pulling out the bullet vibrator that’s haunted me all fucking night. “I’ve dreamed about touching you with this.”

She eyes the tiny device as I turn it on with a press of my thumb, the muted hum of vibration barely heard over the bass music thudding through the walls.

I glide it into her panties for my soaked hand to take charge. “You told me you’ve got experience with toys, and I swear to God the image hasn’t left my mind.” I place it against her clit, my chest tightening with reverence as her lips part and her back arches off the wall.

I pulse with appreciation.

With fucking awe.

She closes her eyes, her thigh clamping around my hip. “Remy.”

My name is a whisper. A goddamn prayer to the devil.

I lean close, my mouth brushing her ear. “I’m going to watch you come, Pyro. I’m going to watch you come so fucking hard, then I’m going to spend the rest of my life religiously rewatching the security video until I die a happy man.”

She stiffens, her eyes snapping open.

Shit.

My pretty girl isn’t comfortable being recorded.

“Nobody else has access to the files.” I circle the vibrator, rounding her clit.

She doesn’t relax. “Remy, I?—”

“It’s okay. You can turn off the security system. Just slide your hand into my pocket and take out my phone.”

She shakes her head. “No…I…”

“I’m not taking my hands off of this flawless body, so you either grab my phone or I get to rub my cock raw as I relive this moment over and over and fucking over again, habitually, for the rest of my goddamn life.”

She trembles. “I…” She gasps for air. “I don’t care about the camera… Oh, God, Remy, I’m already so close.”

I pause. “You’re not panicking?”

“No,” she pants. “The thought… of you… watching me like this…” Her hips arc higher. “It makes me so fucking hot.”

Adrenaline pours through me. Pride. Possession. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She whimpers. “Remy…”

I bury my face in her hair, breathing in the sweetness, trying to distract myself from the lust. “Tell me where you want your toy.” I add pressure to her clit. “Here?” I slide it lower, teasing her entrance. “Or in that slick and needy cunt?”

She gasps. “Inside.” She shoves a hand around my nape, tugging my hair, clawing my scalp.

I groan. “Do you know how hard you make me?”

She mewls, her hips rocking harder.

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