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Now, I start to thrust in her pussy, that tight, wet hot canal, and up her ass that’s even tighter.

Her clit and pussy pulse and she almost falls, but I have her, pinned. Mine. I bite a little harder, up the suction and I keep hitting her deep.

She’s speaking but it’s nonsense. Her hands are in my hair, at first trying to drag me away and then pushing me into her.

Then, she cries out as a huge orgasm crashes into her and her reaction almost topples me to the floor. I slow, pulling my fingers from her as I lick around her sensitive clit, then down to lap up all her juices.

When I ease her down, she crumples.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. “You are dangerous.”

I pull her in and kiss her hard. “No. That’s you.”

I take off the tie and wrap it around her wrists, holding them above her head as I lie on top of her. “I could fuck you now.”

With those words I push in against her. I’m aching. I need her mouth, her cunt. Her ass. I need that release.

But all I do is look at her, tear marks are black tracks down her face from where she must have cried when she came. I’ve never in my life seen anyone or anything as beautiful as her.

“I won’t.”

I roll off her and release her hands, getting to my feet. Her face is flush, but her expression remains blank, like she’s forcing her thoughts to stay put.

“I’m guessing you want me to suck your cock?” she asks.

“Absolutely. But not now. Not here.”

“I think you should go.”

“The picture. I keep coming back to that damn picture,” I say as I take a breath. “You can stay, or I can take you somewhere else. But if someone did that, then someone wants to hurt you.”

I see the crack in her stone façade, the slightest drop of her lips in a frown and crease of her brow.

Oh fuck, I’ve hit on it. The right approach.

“You helped me so someone is now after you,” I say, a little too eagerly. “We owe you, Jessie.”

“No—”

“Yes.”

“You think I’m in danger?” she asks, voice shaking.

I shrug. “Don’t you?”

“I can look after myself.”

“But you don’t have to. Come and stay at the mansion, it’s safer than here. You’ll be able to leave when you want, and I can keep you safe.”

“I don’t know,” she says.

She wants to be safe, I can feel it. And if she has connections or information, her trust is important.

“Come back with me, Jessie.”

And I hold out my hand.

CHAPTER TWELVE

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