Page 10 of Toxic

She yelps, her body jerking, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders, her nails digging in so hard, I can feel the sting. I bare my teeth at her, a feral grin, as I feel the trickle of blood.

She’s marked me. Good. I want her to. I want her to leave her claim on me, just like I’m leaving mine on her.

I pin her against the wall, my hips moving in a relentless rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her. She fights me, her body bucking against mine. I hiss at how fucking good she feels squeezing around me, my grip on her tightening as I continue to fuck her, our bodies locked in a battle of wills.

“You feel that?” I groan, my voice thick with lust. “You feel how fucking hard you make me?” I slam in even harder, and she moans, her head falling back against the wall, her eyes glazed with desire. “Oh, fuck, I love the way you squeeze my cock.”

Her hips start to move in sync with mine, her body meeting my thrusts, her pussy clenching around my shaft. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a low growl. “This pussy is mine. You can fight it all you want, but you know it’s true. You know no one can make you feel like this.”

I know she remembers me. I know she understands I’m not talking about just now.

She twists so her mouth is at my neck, her teeth sinking into my flesh. I hiss, my hips moving faster, my cock pounding into her with a force that leaves us both breathless.

I feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. My own release approaches, my cock swelling inside her, my balls tightening.

“Come with me,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “Prove to me how much you love the way I fuck you.”

She cries out, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around my cock as she comes. I groan, my own orgasm hitting me like a freight train, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my come. We ride out our pleasure together, our bodies locked in a fierce embrace, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync.

As we come down from our high, I press my forehead against hers, my eyes locked onto hers. She stares at me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger, desire, and resignation. There’s no denying what she wants to ignore.

She’s mine.

Afterward, as we lie tangled together on the couch, I feel the weight of exhaustion settling in. The drug’s lingering effects pull at my consciousness, but I fight it, not wanting this moment to end.

“Rest now,” she murmurs, her voice soft and soothing. She adjusts a pillow beneath my head, and for a brief moment, I see a flash of vulnerability in her expression. It’s gone so quickly, I almost think I imagined it, but it sears itself into my memory.

As my eyes drift closed, satisfaction washes over me. Devin West is finally here, in my arms, exactly where I’ve wanted her for so long. The feel of her body against mine, the scent of her on my skin—it’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more.

My last conscious thought before sleep claims me is a promise to myself: I will unlock every one of Devin’s secrets, no matter what it takes. She is mine now, and I have no intention of ever letting her go.

I waketo the soft glow of dawn filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, my head pounding with the aftereffects of whatever I was drugged with. For a moment, I’m disoriented, the events of the previous night feeling like a vivid dream. But then the memories come rushing back in a flood of sensory detail—Devin’s touch, her taste, the way she moved against me. My body responds instantly to the recollection, desire coursing through me anew.

But as I sit up, the cool air hitting my bare skin, I realize I’m alone. The penthouse is silent, no trace of her presence save for the lingering scent of her perfume on the couch cushions. I bring the fabric to my nose, inhaling deeply, trying to recapture the essence of her.

A rueful smile tugs on my lips. Of course, she left. Devin isn’t one to linger for morning-after pleasantries. I could tell the moment our gazes met at the gala that she wasn’t the scared little eighteen-year-old I saved from Regina.

There was control and something else in her eyes. I’ve finally gotten her back in my grasp. But now that I’ve had a taste, the need for more gnaws at me with an intensity that’s almost frightening.

I stand, stretching out the kinks in my muscles, and make my way to the kitchen. As I pour myself a much-needed cup of coffee, my mind races, analyzing every moment of ourencounter. Each touch, bite, and kiss plays on a loop in my head, stoking the fire of my obsession.

Devin’s confidence in my home, her familiarity with my security system, the way she seemed to know my body so intimately. She’s been watching me, studying me, just as I’ve been watching her. The thought sends a thrill of excitement through me. We’re more alike than I ever imagined, and it only makes me want her more.

I take a sip of coffee, savoring the bitter taste as I gaze out at the city sprawled below. The sun is rising, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, but all I can think about is the green of Devin’s eyes, the softness of her skin.

Whatever Devin’s motivations, one thing is clear: the game has changed. The lines between us have blurred irrevocably, and I find myself more intrigued—more obsessed—than ever. Last night was just the beginning, a taste of what could be. And now that I’ve had that taste, I know I’ll never be satisfied until I have all of her.

A ping from my phone draws my attention. It’s a message from Daniel, my right-hand man: “Unusual activity detected in our systems overnight. Possible breach attempt. Need to discuss.”

Interesting timing. Could this be connected to Devin’s sudden reappearance in my life? The possibility sends another thrill of excitement through me. Perhaps there’s more to her than I ever imagined. The thought of Devin as not just an object of desire, but a worthy opponent in every arena, makes my pulse quicken.

I type out a quick response to Daniel, then set my coffee cup down with a decisive click. Time to get to work. There are mysteries to unravel, pieces to put into place. And at the center of it all, Devin West.

My fingers trace the edge of the couch where we lay entwined just hours ago. The memory of her body against mine, the sound of her gasps and moans, fuels a fire in my veins. Devin thinks she can play me? She has no idea what she’s awakened.

I’ve been waiting years for this dance to begin, and I intend to lead. Every step and every turn will bring her closer to me, deeper into the web of desire and obsession I’ve been weaving since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

FIVE

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