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“You’re anything but a gentleman,” I manage weakly, even as my back arches.

He chuckles, nuzzling my hair. “Your body is yearning for me, belleza. But, your so stubborn, aren’t you?”

He steps back and I sag forward against the counter, pulse racing. I don’t know how much more of this tension I can take. I spin to look at him.

Gaston regards me with hooded eyes before turning away. “I”ve got some work to finish. I’ll see you later.”

He leaves me standing there, frustrated and confused. Turning back to the washing up, I force myself to breathe and gain control of myself. Gaston leaves the kitchen, but his words and touch still linger on my skin.

Deciding I need a moment to myself, I head to our shared bedroom and slip inside, locking the door.

Why am I letting him get to me?

Sighing, I walk into the bathroom and lean on the sink counter, staring at myself in the mirror. I hate how crazy I’m feeling right now. Without my meds, I feel like I want to climb the walls. So, I turn on the shower, hoping it will help clear my mind.

The warm spray feels heavenly against my heated skin when I step under it. I let my eyes close, the water cascading over me while I try to clear my mind.

But it’s no use. Gaston’s presence is seared into my every thought. I can still feel the ghost of his hands on my body, the intensity of his gaze burning me from the inside out.

Lathering the soap over my skin, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to give in to the desire that coils low in my belly whenever he’s near—let him take control and have his way with me.

My fingers trail down my neck, over my breasts, lower still until I’m cupping myself. I bite my lip, a soft moan escaping as I gently caress the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this and thinking of him. But in this moment of privacy, with the water cascading over my body and my own touch igniting sparks of pleasure, I can’t bring myself to care. The thought of being his, of belonging to him in every way, sends a shiver down my spine.

I press my forehead against the cool tiles, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I chase my release. The idea of Gaston taking me, claiming me, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

Just as I feel that familiar tightening in my core, I know I’m close to the edge. “Gaston,” I groan his name into the shower, knowing he won’t hear me. Here in the privacy of the bathroom I keep my dirty secret while I picture him fucking me. But then just as I’m about to climax, I stop.

“No.” I let out a frustrated growl.

This isn’t happening.

If I come while imagining him, then he’s already won. As he says, it’s only a matter of time. I must refrain. So, frustrated and heated, I finish washing and step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel.

There’s one thing that’s clear. I need to get a handle on my desires before they consume me entirely and I do something I regret.

9

GASTON

Isit at my desk, fingers dancing across the keyboard as I bring up the security feeds throughout the penthouse. My eyes linger on the bathroom camera, where Blake stands under the steady stream of the shower.

Her face is tilted into the water, eyes closed. I zoom in, drinking in every inch of her naked form. The sight of her makes my cock stir every damn time, but I ignore it. I’ve not jerked off this much ever.

Her hands wander across her own body, pinching her nipples until they stand to attention. A soft moan escapes her lips and her other hand moves over the flat plane of her stomach until her fingers find her clit.

“Oh, God,” she breathes and the camera catches her perfect, breathy voice. Her moans grow louder as she moves her other hand to her pussy and delves inside.

My cock is hard. Too hard. Pulling it from my pants, I join her, stroking myself while watching her. There’s nothing more I want than to stride into that bathroom, pin her against the cool tile wall and fuck her senseless.

It would be heavenly to feel her tight cunt spasming around my dick as I wring every ounce of pleasure from her body.

Problem is she’s stubborn and so am I. Until she begs for me, I won’t give her it. Her surrender and submission will be so much more satisfying when she gives it to me freely.

You don’t get to my position in life without having control over your wants and desires, but Blake is seriously testing them more than anyone ever has.

And I know that she’s tempted by the darkness. Tempted to give in and submit to her deepest, depraved desires. But her stubbornness is the only barrier at the moment.

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