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“You don’t understand. Melissa…anything you want.”

I shifted my hips at the depth, crying out as he buried himself. His voice was turning husky. Pain-filled and desperate as he began to ease in and out.

“Would you go public in the outside world if I left my husband? Would you tell everyone I was yours?”

“Don’t tease me like that.” He let out a low rumble. “You know I would. But you said?—”

“Let us dream. Letmedream of being yours. I secretly want that. You must know how much I can’t stand my outside life. To imagine us together?—”

His kiss cut off my programming. It didn’t matter. Adrian was beyond where I needed him. To keep him at such a high level was dangerous in the long run. Yet I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t see him living long enough for us to get there. Or maybe he would. Hadn’t I delayed his death this long? Hadn’t I contemplated having him go home and kill himself just so I could be rid of one less player in my game? Yes. I had considered that. Now I didn’t know what the hell I was doing with him or even Muriel.

“You’re not supposed to be thinking. I know you are. You’re not kissing me back like before.” The hard thrust had my eyes jumping to his. “We can’t be together and that’s upsetting you.” Again, he thrust hard. “What if I did that for you? What if I made it so we could be together?”

My fingers loosened against his back. He was still thrusting, but I was fading as I stared up at him. Expensive presents were one thing. Money was another. Slaves were the icing on top. All my games usually gifted me the lives of those they bought, but this…

“Are you saying what I think you are?”

“I’m asking you to be with me.Reallybe with me.”

“You’d…” I stopped talking as Adrian slowed. “My husband? He’s…well protected. By trusted guards. I?—”

“Do you want to be with me?”

“They’ll know. They’ll suspect it was me.”

Adrian ground his hips into my thighs, pushing in so deep I gasped and clawed back into him.

“Accidents happen. Widows are born every day.”

Suction latched to my neck, and I turned, not able to ignore how my body came to life. Had I been turned on before? Hot? Needy for touch? I moved impatiently, wanting him to fuck me faster as I floated in the darkness of bliss.

Adrian would kill my husband for me? Kill one of the most influential businessmen in the world?And risk everything. For me? Even under my influence, men didn’t offer to go this far. It never even crossed their mind or mine. I knew better than to target my husband. I knew the suspicion it would cause if something happened. Plus, I had no reason to want him dead. I was in control. Always. But now? With Jett dying? My husband’s suicide might not be too farfetched. Suicide would set me free. Free for more.Free for someone better. For…

The answer didn’t come. Or maybe I didn’t want it to. Just the thought of being rid of my husband had me crying out. My orgasm was right there. It was so close. I opened my lids, seeing Muriel. Seeing her pain at watching me. Seeing her slight anger and betrayal at the passion I held with another person. She’d always known what I did, but I never made her live through my secrets. Where I should have felt remorse, even guilt, I didn’t. Not for her. Not for my family. My knees drew up and I screamed as Adrian slammed into me. His thrusts hit hard. Claiming, just like I needed them. Just like Elec’s used to. I fought for words, speaking through the spasms that were right there.

“An accident won’t work. But…it would be painful to lose a son. One might say unbearable.” My eyes went round as I held to the sides of Adrian’s face. He didn’t slow. He only slammed into me harder as I brought him under deeper with my gaze. I moaned, crying out again. Words jumbled free in my pleasure. Thoughts were becoming more focused. More clearer. “I suspect the trial to be a few weeks away. Stories and rumors will no doubt circulate about my husband’s depression once Jett dies. He’s not a strong man like you.” Spasms had me shaking and screaming. “The grief will kill him.You’llkill him.”

Main Master

Minutes. Days. Weeks. Time and chaos were far from best friends. They didn’t work well together. Chaos stole time. It made time stop or stretch. Where I felt ten seconds, no doubt it felt like ten minutes to Keith Moore. He was sweating, pulling at his tie and the button at his throat. I knew facing him with my request wasn’t going to be easy. I also knew he didn’t have a choice but to accept my proposal. Not if he didn’t want his secrets exposed on his own accord. And we all had secrets. Being an Upper didn’t excuse his or make them disappear. They made them worse. A weapon. My weapon.

“Elec, what you’re saying can’t be done.”

“It can.”

“Shouldn’t be done, then.”

The statement, just short of a yell, was more of a threat than it sounded. All I heard was panic and it fed me.

“There’s no other way. I showed you proof that Melissa has you under her spell, and you don’t want her killed for it? If I didn’t know any better, Keith, I’d say you liked it. It sure looked like it.”

“Fuck you.” He shifted angrily in the red and gold velvet embroidered chair. “That’s…” he pointed to my phone that stillsat in my hand. “That video is not real. You made that up. You somehow got someone to?—”

At my head cocking to the side, he grew quiet, pushing to his feet to pace.

“You remember it happening. I saw your expression when you watched it. You may not remember much, but something triggered your memory. You fucked her. And she made you. You saw the proof for yourself.”

Fingers pushed through mostly gray hair. The hints of the once dark color stood out prominently as he held it fisted at the top.

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