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She growls in frustration, her fingers moving fast, but it’s not enough. So I duck down and close my lips around her clit, sucking the engorged little nub between my teeth.

Her gasp sends a furious shudder through me. My dick’s already hard again, bobbing up and down like it’s begging me to sink it into her.

I ignore it.

I ignore her hands when she grabs my hair too. I go slow with my mouth, fucking her violently with my hand. She starts moaning my name, andChristI can barely stop myself from sliding between her legs and finishing her off with my cock.

But I want her to come in my mouth.

I want to taste her sweet release on my tongue.

I want to feel her pussy clenching my fingers.

And, seconds later, I get all three of my wishes.

She comes with a strangled gasp, her back arching off the bed and her nails digging painfully into my scalp. She forces my mouth hard against her pussy, and I start lapping my tongue over her slit, staring up at her as she unravels so fucking beautifully right in front of my eyes.

Her face softens. Her mouth gapes in awe.

I give her one last swipe with my tongue, and that’s when she crashes back onto the bed with a whimper, her body limp and her eyes fluttering closed.

When she looks at me again, her eyes are shadowed pools. She’s not glowing—she looks defeated.

And that sends a wave of narcissistic pride through me.

It’s exhilarating—taking something as beautiful and vibrant as her and snuffing it out.

I leave behind a path of destruction wherever I go. I crush everyone I meet. Why would Nyx think for even a second that she could escape me?

Chapter Twenty

Nyx

Icarefully open my bedroom door and stick my head out into the hall. There’s no one in sight. I’m a little disappointed, but what did I expect? Guards stationed at the door and a whole team of cleaning staff?

The Domingo cartel has done a fucking number on me already. The only thing left is to kill me. That’s why I wasn’t surprised when Savage told me I’ve got free rein of the villa. Obviously, I’m limited to admiring their naked statues and stealing snacks from the kitchen.

I don’t imagine for a second that they’d allow me to walk into Sergio’s room and cut off his dick like I so badly want to.

But would anyone care if Ileft? Would they try and stop me?

Savage might.

Fuck it, who am I kidding?

He’d be livid if I eventried.

A delicious shiver courses through me at the thought of what he’d do to me if I tried to run again.

Which doesn’t mean I won’t consider it. He still hasn’t found my sisters, and it’s been almost a week since he showed me that slip of paper with the names on it.

It’s not all bad.

I’ve been seeing a lot more of Savage these past couple of days. Sometimes he even sleeps over. Most nights, though, he just comes in to give me a report, we eat together, then he leaves again.

I don’t know where he goes.

I wouldn’t expect him to tell me if I asked.

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