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He presses the head of his cock to my tight entrance, and I have just enough time to brace myself before he slams into me, stealing my breath. I scream, the sound echoing through the room as he fills me, stretches me. His cock is so big it’s hard to adjust. He grunts, his fingers tangling in my hair, bowing my back as he starts to move, his hips thrusting against me in a punishing rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his voice a low growl.

He pinches my nipple, the sharp pain making me clench around him. He chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound as he slaps my breast, the sting sending another wave of pleasure through me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

His words turn me on even more. My orgasm builds, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

He leans over me, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a low growl. “I’m going to pump you so full of my cum, you’ll never get me out. You’ll be dripping with me.”

His words push me over the edge, and I come with a cry, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groans, his hips moving faster, pounding into me with a force that leaves me breathless. Just as I start to come down from my high, he pulls out, flipping me over onto my back.

He looms over me, his eyes dark, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I can’t wait to fill you over and over,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “I can’t wait to turn you into a begging, crying mess. And even then, I won’t stop. I’ll keep fucking you, keep filling you until you can’t take anymore. Until you’re completely and utterly mine.”

His words send a shiver of anticipation and fear through me. I know he means it. I know he won’t stop until he’s claimed every inch of me, until he’s filled me with every drop of his cum.

And as he slides back into me, his cock filling me once again, I know that I’m his. Completely and utterly his. And I can’t wait for him to ruin me.

SEVEN

The Pleasure Den thrums with a palpable energy, a living, breathing entity of desire and secrets. I adjust my silver mask, feeling the cool metal against my flushed skin. The delicate filigree design allows me to observe without being truly seen, a metaphor for my life that isn’t lost on me.

I weave through the crowd, my black dress a second skin, hugging every curve. The silk whispers against my thighs with each step, a constant reminder of my vulnerability and power. Eyes follow me—I feel their heat, their hunger—but I’m searching for only one gaze.

There. Across the room, leaning against the bar with predatory grace. Even with the black raptor mask obscuring half his face, I’d recognize him anywhere. Hawk. Or “Raptor,” as he’s known here. My pulse quickens, desire and adrenaline flooding my system in equal measure.

Our eyes lock, and the rest of the world fades away. He straightens, his broad shoulders pulling the fabric of his tailored shirt taut across his chest. I allow myself a moment to appreciate the view, knowing he’s doing the same to me.

I approach slowly, deliberately. This is a dance we’ve perfected over the past few weeks, a delicate balance ofseduction and restraint. Neither of us has acknowledged our true identities, reveling instead in the thrill of our shared secret.

“Silver,” he greets me, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t grace us with your presence tonight.”

I quirk an eyebrow behind my mask. “Miss me, Raptor?”

His laugh is dark honey, rich and intoxicating. “Always. No one else here can match your... intensity.”

He gestures to the bartender, who slides two glasses of deep red wine toward us. I take mine, letting my fingers brush against his. Even that slight contact sets my nerves alight.

“Merlot,” I note, taking a sip. “Bold choice.”

Raptor leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m in a bold mood tonight.”

I turn my head slightly, our lips a whisper apart. “Is that so? And what brought that on?”

His hand finds the small of my back, fingers splaying possessively. “You. Always you, Silver. The way you move, the way you smell...” He inhales deeply, nuzzling the spot just below my ear. “You’ve changed your perfume. Jasmine and... something darker. Intoxicating.”

Pride and desire war within me. I’ve left him little hints throughout the week—a black rose delivered to his office, a cryptic note slipped to him at his favorite restaurant. The fact that he’s noticed the perfume, a custom blend I had created just for tonight, sends a thrill through me.

“I like to keep things interesting,” I murmur, allowing myself to lean into his touch.

“Oh, you never fail at that.” His other hand comes to rest on my hip, and he pulls me flush against him. The hard planes of his body press against my softer curves, and I have to stifle a gasp. “Shall we find somewhere more... private to continue our discussion?”

Every nerve in my body screams yes, but I force myself to maintain control. I trace a finger along his jaw, feeling the muscle twitch under my touch. “Not yet,” I breathe. “I’m not finished with my wine.”

Frustration and desire flash in his eyes, quickly masked by a predatory smile. “Tease,” he accuses, but there’s no heat in it. He enjoys our game as much as I do.

I take another sip of wine, hyperaware of his gaze on my lips, my throat. “Tell me, Raptor,” I say, letting my voice drop to a husky whisper. “What would you do if you had me all to yourself?”

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