Page 41 of Toxic

He’s right. I am his. Completely and utterly. And as he leans in, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate line up my slit, I know I’m lost. To him. To this. To the pleasure only he can give me.

Hawk’s tongue parts my folds, licking and exploring every inch of me with an expertise that leaves me gasping. He’s slow and deliberate, his tongue circling my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make my hips buck against him. I grip his hair tighter, my body trembling as he devours me, his mouth and tongue working in a rhythm that has me seeing stars.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he growls, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh, sending shivers down my spine. “I could eat you all day.”

He slides a finger inside me, his tongue still lapping at my clit, his eyes locked onto mine. I moan, my body clenching around his finger, my breath coming in short gasps. He smirks, his finger moving in and out of me, his tongue keeping a steady rhythm against my clit.

“You’re so tight, Devin,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “So wet. So fucking perfect. I can’t wait to feel your pussy come all over my face.”

He slides another finger inside me, his tongue flicking against my clit faster now, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that makes my body sing. My orgasm builds, my body tenses, my breath hitches. He senses it too, his fingers moving faster, his tongue lapping at me with a fervor that has me crying out.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “Come for me. Let me taste that sweet cum. Let me feel that pussy come all over my face.”

His words push me over the edge, and I come with a cry, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my cum gushing out of me, coating his face. He groans, his tongueslurping at me, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out every last drop of my orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Fucking soaking my face. You’re such a good girl.”

He continues to lick and finger me, his movements slowing, his touch gentle now, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure. I’m a trembling mess, my body limp, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He pulls his fingers out of me, his tongue giving one last lick to my clit before he looks up at me, his face glistening with my cum.

“Look at you, all flushed and satisfied,” he murmurs, his voice soft but firm. “That’s how you should always look, Devin. Like you’ve just been thoroughly fucked, claimed, and owned. By me.”

He stands, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me up with him. He kisses me, his lips and tongue coated in my essence, the taste of me mixed with the taste of him. It’s dirty and wrong, but it turns me on even more.

Fuck, what is wrong with me? I shouldn’t want more of him, but I’ve known for a long time that I can’t get enough of Hawk.

I don’t know if I ever will.

TWENTY

My fingers dance across the keyboard, weaving through firewalls and encrypted data like a ghost in the machine. Beside me, Hawk leans in, his breath hot on my neck. His proximity sends shivers down me, a delicious mix of desire and danger I’ve become addicted to.

“Anything?” he asks, his voice low and tense. The barely contained violence in his tone makes my heart race.

I shake my head, frustration building. “Not yet. Your father’s financials are clean – well, as clean as an addict’s can be. But your uncle...” I trail off, my eyes narrowing as a new window pops up on my screen.

“What is it?” Hawk’s hand tightens on my shoulder, his grip possessive and bruising. I revel in the pain knowing it’ll leave marks. His marks.

A slow, predatory smile spreads across my face. “Got him. Your uncle’s phone just pinged at The Black Swan.”

Hawk’s eyebrows shoot up. “The bar Kazanov and Regina frequented?”

I nod, excitement coursing through me. “It’s him, Hawk. Your uncle’s the one behind this. And...” I pause, digging deeper into the data, breaking through layers of security that would takemost hackers days to crack. “He’s looking to hire more people. To kill you.”

Hawk’s eyes darken dangerously, a cold fury settling over his features. The look sends a thrill through me – I love seeing him like this, raw and lethal. “Then we need to move fast,” he growls.

My fingers are already dancing across the keyboard again. “I’m on it. Setting up a meeting now, posing as the hitmen he’s looking for.” I create an entire digital footprint for our fake assassins in minutes, complete with dark web reviews and a history of successful hits.

As I work, I feel Hawk’s gaze on me, intense and hungry. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, leaning in to bite my neck, hard enough to leave bruises and teeth marks. I gasp, pleasure and pain intertwining.

“Save it for after we take down your uncle,” I tease even as I lean into his touch craving more.

Within minutes, the trap is set. Hawk makes a few calls, assembling his team with ruthless efficiency. As we prepare to leave, he pulls me into his arms, his grip almost painfully tight.

“Stay close to me,” he growls, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that would frighten most people. To me, it feels like coming home. “I can’t lose you. You’re mine, Devin. The only thing in this world that matters.”

I meet his gaze unflinchingly, matching his possessiveness with my own. “And you’re mine, Hawk. Until the end.”

He nods, then kisses me fiercely, all teeth and tongue and barely restrained violence. It leaves me breathless and wanting more.

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