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Suddenly, his fingers gone, stealing the breath from my lungs. I’m too dismayed to even weep. His legs keep mine open, and I thrash wildly at the sudden emptiness until I feel it. His fingers, closing carefully around the swollen clit he’d neglected for so long.

I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d wanted to, not with all the strength I had or would ever possess. The spiral of sensation curling impatiently behind my navel explodes in a screaming, shrieking burst, sending silver-sharp tendrils of venomous pleasure surging through every cell. They seize my voice and force it from my throat.

I writhe beneath the intense scrutiny of his gaze. My voice reaches new heights as he continues driving his fingers into me.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of it.”

I can’t form words. He knows exactly how to push me to the edge. The room echoes with the sounds of our lust, a symphony of moans, grunts, and the wet sounds of his fingers plunging into my dripping pussy.

As the climax washes over me again, my body convulses in the throes of pleasure. Breathless and utterly spent, I feel him withdraw his fingers.

He releases his hold on my hips, and my head dangles down the table. Richard bends down and his mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking and biting with hunger. The dual sensations of his mouth on my breasts and the aftermath of my orgasm mingle. Each flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth, intensifies the pleasure coursing through me.

I moan, my fingers instinctively tingle with the need to tangle in his hair and I am instantly reminded of the pain in my arms. He releases my breasts, and his hands roam down my body. His fingers trail over my sensitive skin, and I arch into his touch.

Leaning into me, Richard holds the back of my neck, giving some reprieve from the pain, and kisses me. I respond with equal fervor.

“Richard, I want you to fuck me,” I blurt out breaking the kiss.

Chapter 26

IZEL

A wicked grin spreads across his face as though he’s achieved everything he was hoping for. The satisfaction in his eyes is almost unsettling, but the intense need pulsing between my legs allows him to savor the moment. Richard withdraws, and my head drops as he stands to his full height.

I pull myself up on the table and watch him undress. It’s tortuously slow. His eyes meet mine as he sheds each piece of clothing. Once he’s completely naked, my gaze drops to his cock, and I lick my lips, imagining how good it’ll feel to finally have him inside me.

He prowls toward me without breaking eye contact. He grabs me by the waist and flips me so I’m lying on my stomach. Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, forcing my cuffed hands from beneath my stomach and wrenching them backward. I can feel the strain in my shoulders as he twists my arms behind me, leaving me completely at his mercy. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before he yanks me onto all fours by my hair,my back arching as he pulls until my shoulders press into his chest.

“Look at you,” he says.

I glance over my shoulder, confused. He arches a brow, jerking his chin toward the mirror in front of us. “Look at yourself.”

I hesitate, then finally turn my head. Fuck. I look like a wreck. My skin is glistening with sweat, and every place he pressed is covered in bruises that have spread over my skin. They cover each pressure point, painting me in a deep red with hints of blue. My nipples are hard and tight, my hands pinned behind my back, obedient... like some little slut.

He leans down, brushing my hair aside and placing soft kisses along the nape of my neck. I shudder at the contrast between the gentleness of his lips and the roughness of his hold. “See yourself? See what you look like right now?”

My throat feels tight. I want to look away, but the reflection keeps pulling me in. “Richard…” My voice comes out breathy, almost pleading, but he doesn’t let me finish.

“You’re beautiful, Izel,” he whispers against my ear. “A fucking angel. But... you look like a slut right now. Don’t you?”

I’m torn between embarrassment and the white-hot need pulsing between my legs. My reflection stares back, confirming his every word. I look completely fucked out, like I’ve been ruined and he hasn’t even taken me yet. I shake my head but it’s half-hearted at best.

“No?” He questions, raising an eyebrow as he mirrors my gesture, shaking his head back at me. “I’m pretty sure the people watching on the other side would agree with me.”

My eyes snap back to the mirror. Suddenly, it clicks—the realization that it’s a two-way mirror, and there’s an observation room beyond it. My heart slams into my ribs as panic takes over.I try to scramble out of his hold, but his grip tightens, keeping me locked in place.

“Don’t,” he warns, wrapping his fingers around my wrists.

I try to twist around, to look at him, but all I can see is our reflection. I look wild. Desperate. He knows exactly what’s running through my mind right now.

“Who’s watching us?” I demand, breathless, as my body fights between fear and desire.

“Does it matter?” he asks, dragging his lips across my shoulder before biting down lightly.

I’m completely exposed. Whoever’s watching can see everything. But worse than that—they can see how much I want this. How much I want him.

“Richard,” I beg.

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