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Again, I couldn’t respond before Pietor turned on his heels and walked back into the bedroom. I watched him leave, stunned, and my eyes naturally inspected the tattoos I hadn’t seen, which covered his entire back, from his neck down across his shoulders to his sacrum.

It was an intricately detailed flaming skull—not an icon or cartoon either. It was photorealistic and expertly done. The flames were the only sections in color, the rest with black-and-gray shading.

After a moment, I realized that I had been given something to wear, and I stooped to pick it up off the floor, grateful the white fabric hadn’t landed in the puddle. As I stood up with it, I unwadded the cotton, only to realize that there was far less fabric here than I wanted.

It was just a T-shirt, one of Pietor’s, of course, and the Hanes V-neck was only long enough on me to just cover my ass.

I had planned on wearing something warmish, giving Peitor the excuse of being a freeze-baby so that I could slip past him in the middle of the night and get the fuck out of there. Because, yes, even after…the shower and everything, I knew I needed to get gone from Pietor’s house before I did something I regretted.

The tee was going to make that a lot harder—or, at the very least, much more uncomfortable.

Leaning out of the door, I looked for Pietor in the bedroom. He wasn’t visible, which I had to guess meant that he’d laid down on the floor again. Pulling on the shirt and holding it down as far as I could, I padded out to the bedroom, practically leaping into the bed so Pietor wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me.

“Comfortable?”

His voice boomed from below the bed, and I leaned over the edge, holding the blanket around me.

“Are you really serious about this? You could at least have given me some boxers or something.”

“Never wear them. Sorry.”

His eyes were closed as he lay there on the floor, and I wanted to reach down and smack him. I also vaguely wanted to slip down and straddle him, but that was out of the question.

“That’s a bunch of bull shit, and I know it. Ugh.” I lay back against the pillow, trying to get comfortable knowing that my bare ass and pussy were rubbing against Pietor’s sheets. “I’m not letting you see anything. You know that, right?”

“Who said anything about ‘let,’ darlin’?” My heart fluttered against my ribs, and I couldn’t stand the fact that my pussy did the same.

Why did I want this man to take whatever he wanted from me? I couldn’t just blame Stolkholm Syndrone as much as I wanted to because I’d been attracted to him the moment I saw him. It was that damn reckless part of me that had always been there, and it was fighting so hard to break free.

I’d been a good girl my entire life. I was completely content with that—proud of it. But now…now that dark part of me wanted out. It wanted to play and shuck the rules for even just a moment.

And fuck was that dangerous.

Chapter 16 - Pietor

Billie was up there. In my bed. In my shirt. Without fucking panties.

I was losing my damn mind, and I’d done it to myself. I just couldn’t stop myself from teasing her, toying with her so that I could watch Billie jump through all my ridiculous hoops and enjoy the view.

I knew I’d been flirting and messing with Billie every moment since I brought her here, but she was mine, and she needed to wake up and see that. I’d watched her around town, I’d done all the research in the world to learn everything there was to her on paper, and now I wanted to do everything I could to know the intimate taste of her as she rode my tongue.

My cock throbbed, still so on edge from the denial earlier, and fuck, if I didn’t want to return the favor to her—bring Billie right to the edge and then snatch it away over and over until she was crying and begging to come.

Having to relegate myself to just watching her this evening wasn’t going to cut it, and I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer. I also knew that Billie would need me to make the first move. She was still all wrapped up in that damn propriety, and it wasn’t until she felt me against her that she’d finally melt for me.

And she would melt for me.

As the quiet of the room thickened, everything plunged into darkness as Billie turned off the bedside lamp.

“Night, sweetheart,” I drawled. “We’ve got a big day tomorrow exposing your boss.”

Billie’s voice was especially quiet as she mumbled to herself, but I had good hearing and was still able to pick it out.

“He’s not the only one being exposed.”

I smirked to myself. “What was that?”

A rough grumble sounded from the bed, and then Billie called out like a teen who’d been busted masturbating.

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