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I start stroking, my hips moving with every motion. I’m almost too wet to get any traction, but I don’t stop. It feels too good.

He inhales deeply, and maybe I just imagine it, but it sounds shaky, like he’s trying to hold on to his control. “God, I can smell your sweetness.” I hear him swallow. “Good, nice and slow. Now, go deeper, and use your palm to add pressure to your clit.”

My strokes get longer, and deeper, and the pressure of my palm on my clit almost shatters me. I’m already on the brink, and I can’t help but moan.

Suddenly, the door to the study opens, and I pause, my eyes flying open. Thank God, Roman is blocking me from the view of whoever just walked through the door.

“Out!” Roman yells without even looking at who it is. Silently, the intruder slams the door shut again.

I straighten and start pulling my hand out of my jeans, when he stops me with a glare. “Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t say you could stop. Widen your legs, and use the wall for support.”

Again, I do as instructed, inching closer and closer to the promise of release. My entire body is wound so tight, I feel like I’m going to break under the pressure of it.

“Now, go deeper, put more pressure on your clit,” he says in my ear, his warm breath brushing across my cheek. “It’smeinside you. It’smycock filling you. It’s my cum coating that sweet cunt.”

Images of Roman fill my mind, his hips pistoning as his cock fills me to the very brink. My clit is throbbing, my core tightening…

“That’s it, baby. Let me fuck you. Let me reach inside and touch your fucking soul.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s right there with me on the precipice, teetering on the edge of the abyss.

I pop up onto my tip-toes, and tilt my head against the wall and…just give into the myriad sensations rushing through me. At this point, I’m adding so much pressure to my clit, I’m practically grinding it under my palm, moving in circles as my fingers reach as deep as they can.

“Now, let go,” he says. “Come for me, baby.”

With his permission, I shatter as a powerful orgasm slams into me. It’s a tidal wave of hot pleasure, sucking me under, stealing the breath from my lungs. I’m gasping as he continues to coach me. “That’s it, don’t stop, ride it out. Small circles until the orgasm starts to fade.”

It takes several seconds, or minutes maybe, before I can breathe again. I fall back onto the balls of my feet, and sag against the wall.

“Fuck,” I breathe, opening my eyes. He’s looking at me with an intensity that makes my pulse race…again. “This is why you’re dangerous.”

A smile spreads across his face as he pushes off the wall, and takes a step back. My gaze drops, and I see the evidence that hewas affected by what just happened. Even through his pants, I can see he’s rock hard. Still, he doesn’t make a move towards me.

“I’mdangerous? I didn’t even touch you.”

Yeah, exactly. He has the power totalkme into climaxing. “Suggestion is a form of manipulation,” I point out.

He laughs at that, glancing down, before looking back up at me, our gazes colliding. “When are you going to admit it, Lux? You want this just as much as I do.”

My first instinct is to deny it, but I have the sudden, sinking feeling that what he’s saying is true. And after what just happened, I don’t know how long I can keep denying it. There’s something toxic, and twisted happening between us, and as afraid as I am of Roman Rush, I’m powerless to stop this freight train of emotions from careening off the tracks…

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Roman

Something has shifted in Lux.Just a slight change that might be imperceptible to anyone else, but there’s something in her eyes I can’t quite reconcile.

She’s always been guarded around me, and I’ve worked hard in the last couple of weeks to tear down the walls she’s built up around herself, but this is something else. She seems suspicious.

Suspicious of what, I don’t know. There’s no way she could know the truth. No, it must be something else causing that glint of uncertainty in her eyes. Maybe that talk on the beach this morning brought up old feelings, and now she’s being more cautious.

Her eyes drop to my erection as it strains painfully against my jeans. I should order her down onto her knees, so she can suck me off. The image of her looking up at me, pleading, as I slide my cock into her mouth, floods my mind.

I know she’d do it, too. She wants it. I can see it in her eyes. Behind all the suspicion and doubt, there’s a deep, intrinsic needfor her to be owned by me. I’m as certain about that as I am about my next breath.

She needs me. She needsthis.

Taking a step back, I run my hand through my hair. It’s hard stepping away from her, but I have to. If I’m going to earn her trust, I can’t jump at every opportunity to fuck her. Girls don’t like every interaction being sex-related, not that I really give a fuck, but I’ve heard enough chicks complain about it.

Scratch that. Idogive a fuck when it involves Lux.

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