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She trembles against me, breath coming fast. I know I’m getting through to her, piercing that wall she’s tried to build between us. Leaning in, I nuzzle her neck and whisper in her ear.

“Let’s get out of here, baby girl. I want to be alone with you.”

Blake hesitates, conflicting emotions warring in her gaze. But finally she gives a subtle nod. Triumph surges through me. I take her hand and lead her through the crowded party, impatience rising with every step.

Soon we’ll be behind closed doors, just the two of us. And I fully intend to remind her of where she truly belongs tonight, beneath me with my cock inside her tight little cunt and my name tumbling from her lips.

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The tension radiates between us while Gaston leads me to his car. It’s a strange sensation. A mix of excitement, apprehension, and something else I can’t quite put my finger on.

Climbing into the sleek, black vehicle, the air is thick with desire. I steal a glance at Gaston, taking in his strong jawline and piercing eyes. There’s a hunger there that both thrills and terrifies me.

He starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot, his hand resting possessively on my thigh. I shiver at his touch. The ache to be close to him has finally won out tonight.

The drive to his hotel is silent, save for the hum of the engine. I can feel Gaston’s gaze on me periodically.

When we finally arrive, he leads me straight to the elevator, his hand never leaving my lower back. We ascend to his floor, while the tension between us builds, electric and undeniable. I’m acutely aware of his proximity, the warmth of his body, the scent of his musky cologne.

The elevator doors open and Gaston guides me down the plush hallway to his room. He unlocks the door, and I take a deep, steadying breath. This is it—I’m choosing this, choosing him, for reasons I can’t quite fathom.

He ushers me inside, his gaze burning into me. I turn to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. There’s a raw vulnerability in his expression that catches me off guard. Before I can overthink it, I reach up and pull him into a searing kiss.

Gaston responds immediately, his arms wrapping around me as he deepens the kiss. All my reservations melt away, losing myself in him.

We stumble into his hotel room, lips locked. My mind is hazy, drunk on the taste and feel of him. He guides me to the king sized bed, gently laying me down before climbing over me.

“You’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever met.” He kisses my lips quickly. “Your beauty goes far beyond the physical because it’s your spirit that truly captivates me.” He presses soft kisses on my throat, moving lower. “When I first saw you, I was transfixed. Your eyes were what drew me in with their spark and their fire.” He bites my collarbone, making me gasp. “You’re a goddess. My goddess. And you deserve to be worshiped every day of the rest of your life. I want to be the man to worship you.”

God damn it. How can I resist him when he says things like that?

I know I’m done for when he kisses me again. The man who purchased me hasn’t only kept me captive but stole my heart in process. Desperately, he works the zipper down on my dress and pulls the fabric from me. I’m not wearing a bra and his eyes darken when they fix on my breasts. Slowly, he lavishes attention on each of my nipples, swirling his tongue around them. I arch into him, wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Gaston’s lips trail lower, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His fingers trace delicate patterns on my stomach while he plants soft kisses just below my navel. I shudder in anticipation, every nerve in my body attuned to his movements.

He removes my panties, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but more desired than I’ve ever felt. Gaston kisses the inside of my thighs, his stubble leaving pleasurable friction against my sensitive skin. My breath catches when he moves closer to my pussy.

“Please, Gaston,” I beg, arching my back when he’s mere inches away.

He smiles, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on me. “Please, what, baby girl?”

“Lick my pussy. I need to feel your tongue on me.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, before stroking his tongue through my aching center. He alternates between broad strokes and flicks against my clit. Pleasure rockets through me because this man knows how to play my body like an instrument, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it masterfully.

My fingers tangle in his hair, soft moans escaping my lips. Gaston brings me to the precipice repeatedly, only to back off and draw out the exquisite torture.

Before long, I can’t take it anymore.

“Please,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He meets my gaze, eyes dancing with wicked delight.

“Please what, baby girl?” His voice is like velvet as his hands continue their maddeningly slow exploration.

“I...I need...” I trail off.

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