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“Oh, God. Please? Please say it.”

“That I love you?”

She gasped. “Yes.Please.”

“I…love…your moans. I love your taste. I love your beautiful eyes.” I sucked against her. “But I will not say I love you. Not yet.”

I curled my fingers up, rubbing against her channel, putting extra attention to make her feel good. I didn’t have to. She would have come regardless. But there was something changing within. A weight that I wasn’t sure was good or bad. It had me nearly missing her screams as she jolted underneath me with spasms.

What if I ended up not able to get control of the Council? What if this time was different than the others before? Serial Rapist? What if I couldn’t recover from this?

Laughter.I tried to ignore how everyone seemed to be in extraordinarily good moods. The Couples’ faces were glowing with happiness. Tables housed Masters who were deep in enthralling conversations. It wasn’t easy to miss the eagerness in those stares, or the planted light-haired Master who had been tailing me for days. There was even a table of four Mistresses who dazzled through their dialogue. Expressive hands. Soft postures. They were at home in their moment. I used to feel that way here, and maybe still would, had I gotten what I needed. But so far, every outing to The Six didn’t supply the one person I kept hoping to see. Elec was nowhere to be found. He was avoiding me, and I knew it was because Jett’s trial was just around the corner. But what if it was more? What if he learned something I didn’t know? Or what if the Council was planning to side with him? I wasnotgoing to give in and call, and no one seemed to think it was important to call me. Was that good news? Bad? All these fucking questions.

“Mistress, are you okay?”

I tore my gaze from the table of bubbly female celebrities.

“That’s the third time you’ve asked me that. I’m going to kill him, slave. That Master who’s been following us. That’s Elec’s doing. Look at him, trying not to be obvious. I bet you he’s a blank slate. I bet he’s not even a real Master. How many others do you think are watching? Have they been following us the entire time?”

Delusional.

Delusional.

Paranoia.

“Mistress, do you want to go?”

Her stare dropped to my hand, and I followed it down, taking in the fork I clung to. My knuckles were white. My hand was shaking. To let go of the fork was a chore. My fingers didn’t want to unclench. The shock of that was the only thing that had me letting go.

“We’re not leaving anywhere.Elec should be here. Every day we delay the time by fifteen minutes, and every day we miss him. He’s coming. Eat slower.”

Muriel nodded, glancing back to her plate as I gave death glares to the blonde who randomly kept looking our way.

“He’s here, Mistress. The Main Master.”

My attention shot to the door and with it, my chest tightened.

Grand smile. Perfect, white teeth. Hair slicked back with his side part. Blue eyes as cold as ice. His joyful demeanor didn’t fool me. Elec didn’t feel happy. He couldn’t. Not entirely, and not because I numbed what little emotion he had. It was him.It was what I had turned him into by circumstance.

Perfect puppet of authority.

Socialite seducer.

The Main Master’s charm sparked my own. A part of me hated him. To see him brought out the worst need of rage. Yet, meeting his stare as it came to spot me…I couldn’t entirely hate him. He was part of me. He was…mine. My creation. My ultimate game. Fury, absolutely. Betrayal, like a knife in the heart. Handsome and powerful…just like I wanted him to be, and there was pride in that.

“Shit. Mistress, I think he’s coming over here.”

Of course he was. He’d need to face me after our episode on the elevator with Ethan. He wouldn’t be able to help himself.

“Mistress Two.”

Elec slowed a few feet from the table. He glanced at my plate, making it a point to connect with my eyes and hold. I kept my voice cold, calm, and detached.

“Main Master. How is my son?”

Elec stood at ease, just like I knew he would. As if our exchange was nothing.

“He’s doing fine. He’s not happy, but that’s to be expected.”

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