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I watch Elijah carefully, noting the subtle shifts in his expression. There's a tightening around his eyes, a slight twitch in his jaw. He's trying so hard to maintain his composure, but I can see the cracks forming.

"You're insane," Elijah finally says, but his voice lacks conviction. There's a tremor there, barely perceptible but unmistakable to those who know what to listen for.

Mason chuckles sinfully, his eyes never leaving Elijah's face as his hand continues its teasing exploration of my body. "Insane? Perhaps. But you can't deny the allure, can you? The thrill of power, of playing God... it's intoxicating."

Elijah's eyes dart between us. "You're like some twisted version of Mr. and Mrs. Smith," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "All charm and danger wrapped up in designer clothes and million-dollar smiles."

Chapter 13

Iris

The comparison draws a genuine laugh from Mason, rich and warm. "Oh, I like that," he purrs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. "What do you think, darling? Shall we add 'international assassins' to our resume?"

I lean into his touch, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Mmm, it does have a certain ring to it," I muse, playing along. "Though I think we prefer a more... hands-on approach."

Mason's hand slides lower, pushing aside the flimsy lace of my panties. I gasp as his fingers find my wet heat, teasing along my folds. "Look at him, Iris," Mason murmurs in my ear, though his voice is pitched to carry to Elijah. "See how hard he is? How his cock twitches every time you moan?"

I force my eyes open, not even realizing I'd closed them in pleasure. True to Mason's words, Elijah's erection stands proud and weeping, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, muscles straining against his bonds as he watches us with hungry eyes.

"I wonder," Mason continues, his fingers circling my clit with maddening precision, "is it the thought of you that's got him so worked up? Or is it the talk of killing that's set his blood on fire?"

Elijah's jaw clenches, but he doesn't look away. If anything, his gaze grows more intense, burning with a heat that threatens to consume us all.

"What do you think, pretty boy?" Mason taunts, his free hand coming up to cup my breast. "Does the idea of blood on your hands excite you? Or is it just the promise of Iris's sweet cunt that has you aching?"

A low groan escapes Elijah's throat, but he doesn't answer. His hips jerk involuntarily, seeking friction that isn't there.

Mason doesn't push further, seemingly content to let the question hang in the air. Instead, he focuses his attention on me, his skilled fingers drawing gasps and moans from my lips. He manipulates my body with practiced ease, knowing exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply.

"That's it, darling," he purrs in my ear, loud enough for Elijah to hear.

Mason's skilled fingers continue their torturous exploration, circling my clit before dipping inside me. I can't hold back the whimper that escapes my lips, my head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure courses through me.

"Look at him, Iris," Mason murmurs, his voice a velvety caress against my ear. "See how desperately he wants to touch you. To taste you."

I force my eyes open again, meeting Elijah's heated gaze. His pupils are blown wide with lust, his chest heaving with raggedbreaths. The muscles in his arms strain, as if he could break free through the restraints with sheer force of will.

"Should we give him a closer look?" Mason asks, his tone deceptively casual. Without waiting for an answer, he guides me forward until I'm standing mere inches from Elijah.

The heat radiating off his body is intoxicating. I can see every detail of his face - the faint stubble along his jaw, the flecks of darker blue in his irises, the way his throat works as he swallows hard.

Mason's fingers never stop their relentless assault on my senses. He pushes two deep inside me, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes me see stars. My legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath me.

"Tell him, darling," Mason purrs, his other hand squeezing my breast. "Tell Elijah exactly how good it feels."

I lock eyes with Elijah, watching as his gaze flicks between my face and where Mason's hand disappears beneath my negligee. "It feels incredible," I breathe, my voice husky with arousal. "His fingers are so deep inside me, stretching me, filling me."

Elijah's cock twitches visibly at my words, a bead of precum gathering at the tip. His breathing grows more labored, nostrils flaring as he drinks in the scent of my arousal.

"Do you want to taste her, Elijah?" Mason asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want to bury your face between her thighs and lap up every drop from her sweet pussy?"

A strangled groan escapes Elijah's throat. "Yes," he rasps, his voice rough with need. "God, yes."

Mason chuckles. "Too bad," he taunts. "You don't get to taste her. Not today. Today, you just get to watch."

He continues circling his fingers, drawing desperate moans from my lips. His free hand trails up, fingers wrapping gently around my throat. The possessive gesture sends a shiver down my spine.

"Tell me, Elijah," Mason purrs, his voice a silky caress. "Have you imagined my wife's pretty mouth wrapped around your cock? Those lush lips stretched wide as she takes you deep?"

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