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“Please don’t,” I beg.

“I love it when you beg for me.” Without further notice, he dives between my legs, his tongue licking until I’m arching my back with a hitched breath.

Right before I’m close to coming, he withdraws his mouth, moving to stand before me. His cock points outward as it brushes against my lips.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, cock teasing me.

“No,” I shake my head, uncertain yet too turned on.

“Good,” he smirks. “Swallow your foster brother’s cock.”

Forced to accept him, I part my lips as he thrusts inside. His hand finds my nipple, and from somewhere behind him, he retrieves two nipple clamps, adjusting them onto my buds. Gasping and panting, I’m unable to draw in proper breaths with his cock stuffing my mouth.

“That’s it.”

I can’t resist as he drives his cock deeper into my mouth and throat, making me gag as saliva drips from the corners. With each forceful thrust, he seeks the pleasure he denied me by withholding my release. Moaning around his length, his hand finds my clit, intensifying the sensations as his cock pushes deeper into my throat.

As I approach my climax, his fingers pump inside me at a torturous rate.

“Can you swallow my cum?” he asks, though it’s a rhetorical question.

In the next second, he comes down my throat, fingering me until I’m coming all over his fingers, moans stifled by his cock in my mouth. When he pulls out, I’m breathless, nipples and pussy weeping, coated in sweat and blood.

“Are you more comfortable working on this heist with me now?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow.

“No, but I’m going to do it anyway. For my own sake,” I declare, and he solemnly nods.

I have to work with him, if only for my own peace of mind. Despite the eternal sorrow and anger he’s caused, they have somehow morphed into something else—all because of one person I shouldn’t ever want to see again.

But the thing is, I do want him. No matter how much he’s fucked up, my twisted mind still longs for him.

“Good enough. We should start preparing.”

Resolute in my decision, I nod, steeling myself for the revenge I’ve longed for, though now for entirely different reasons.

Chapter 17

Viper

I’ve never been a good person, preferring to balance on the thread of complete blackness, and when I saw her covered in blood yesterday, my heart hammered inside my ribcage until my cock twitched painfully.

She’s fucking intoxicating, and I can’t wait to see the fury simmer beneath her skin when she awakens, realizing what I have in store for her.

Nestled on a carpet at the far end of the open cottage—purchased with the fortune I inherited from Louis García—her naked form slumps against the floor with only a thin blanket covering her legs, leaving her curves exposed to my hungry gaze.

Nipple clamps are fastened on her buds, and a collar encircles her throat, tethering her to the cage enveloping her. It’s human-sized, designed to confine her to a seated position and restrict her movements.

Her nipples are hard from the cool air, but I’ve already stoked the fire in the fireplace, so it’ll be warm soon enough. She’s out cold after I drugged her water yesterday. Even now, my cock strains against my sweatpants as I look at her. Patience has never been my virtue, especially when it comes to her.

I perch on the chair before the cage with a relaxed posture, crossing one leg over the other. My bare chest displays my tattoos, and I recall how her gaze lingered on the letter A inked into my skin, undoubtedly curious about its meaning. Yet, she never voiced her question aloud.

I had it tattooed the day I had to leave, as a memory and promise to never let her go, never stop fighting for what’s ultimately mine.

Yesterday, we spent the night planning the upcoming heist. She sent a message to Alec Valenti—courtesy of me—assuring him she was okay and conserving her energy for the task ahead.

I wait, observing her vulnerable, beautiful frame inside the cage. When her eyes flutter open, a soft groan escapes her, stirring a primal desire that makes blood rush to my cock. I imagine she must be sore from sleeping on the hard floor.

As she reaches for her head, groaning with discomfort, she remains oblivious to the collar and leash restraining her.

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