Page 55 of Claws and Controllers

“I don’t think I will ever get enough of you. Just seeing you come. Mmm.” His still-hard cock twitched, reminding him he was still buried deep in her.

“Really. So happy you like that,” she purred as he started a series of lazy, long thrusts in and out of her.

“I do. Very much so.” He reached around and squeezed her breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So damn hot. It’s the ultimate turn-on.”

“If this is the reward,” she moaned. “Then I’m glad, and you can make me come any time you want because it feels amazing.”

Why he loved her words so much, he had no idea. But he did. He loved the thought of being in her when and whenever he wanted. Just the idea alone had his body reacting in a visceral way. Zy grabbed onto her hips and began a punishing pace of ramming into her, pulling out and ramming in again until Ellie was panting for air and could barely speak.

He relished in her sweet heat and the way she gripped him. The sensations coursing through him fogged his head and made him want everything with his mate. The kids. The family. All of it. With her.

“More!” Ellie shouted.

“Harder, love?” he growled in her ear.

“Yes! Zy! Please!” she begged.

He flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her legs apart. He drove deep, pulled out, and repeated his action. Reaching under her, he palmed her breasts and massaged them. He kissed and nibbled on her back and neck. His teeth scraped against her shoulder as he slammed his cock in and out of her heat.

She shouted as her legs began to shake.

“God, I love you, my beautiful Ellie.” His fingers twisted through her hair, and he tugged her head to the side and licked at her shoulder.

“Mine!”

“Yours!” Ellie screamed as her climax crashed into her.

She tossed her head back and forth, her hips bucking under him. He held onto her tightly, wanting to ride her through this orgasm and right into another.

TWENTY-TWO

Ellie’s heart raced as she crouched behind a stack of crates in the dimly lit warehouse. The air hung heavy with tension, a stark contrast to the bustling streets of New York City just beyond the walls. She glanced at Zy, his muscular frame taut with anticipation, then at Adonis, whose piercing eyes scanned their surroundings with calculated precision.

“Are you sure about this?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Zy’s hand found hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve got this, Ellie. Trust me.”

She nodded, drawing strength from his touch. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions and revelations. Learning about the stolen code in her game, uncovering the betrayal within Zy’s company, and now this high-stakes sting operation to catch the culprits. It felt surreal, like something out of one of her video game plotlines.

A soft beep from Adonis’s earpiece broke the silence. “They’re here,” he murmured, his body coiling like a spring ready to unleash.

Ellie held her breath as the warehouse door creaked open. Two figures entered, their faces obscured by the shadows. Asthey moved closer to the center of the room, the weak overhead lights illuminated their features.

Ellie’s blood ran cold. “Oh my God,” she gasped, recognizing one of the men. “It’s Grant.”

Zy’s head snapped toward her, his eyes flashing with concern and barely contained fury. “Your ex?”

Before she could respond, the second man spoke, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Well, well, cousin. Fancy sniffing you out here.”

It really was Corbett. Zy’s cousin. The pieces of the puzzle suddenly clicked into place, and Ellie felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This wasn’t just corporate espionage – it was deeply personal. They were both targeted by Corbett and Grant.

Zy stepped out from their hiding spot, his presence commanding the room. “The game’s over, Corbett. We know what you’ve done.”

Corbett’s cocky grin faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. “And what exactly is it that you think I’ve done, dear cousin?”

“Cut the crap,” Zy growled. “We know you stole our proprietary code and implemented it in Ellie’s game. The question is why?”

At the mention of her name, Ellie emerged from behind the crates, locking eyes with Grant. Her ex-husband’s face contorted into a sneer.

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