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His snarl cut right through his mask and arrowed into my heart. “You give me your mouth, and you won’t be getting out of this bed until you’ve been fucked five different ways and can barely walk.”

I moaned. Loudly.

I’d never been talked to that way.

Never felt the bolt of heat knowing how much he needed me.

Twisting in his arms, I tried to face him. To tug down his trousers and give him what he gave me.

But he clamped his arm around my waist and linked his still slick fingers with mine. Pressing our linked grip to my pounding heart, he grunted, “I’m going to go now.”

“No, wait—”

“You’re going to go to sleep, and no nightmares will find you—”

“X, don’t—”

“I’m going to taste you on my lips all night.” Kissing me through his mask, he untangled his wet fingers from mine.

I tried to hold on, but the lubrication meant he slipped easily from my grasp. “Message me in the morning, alright?”

The bed shifted as he slid off the side and stood.

I went to face him.

To leap on my knees and throw my arms around him, but his hand pressed on my shoulder, keeping me facing away. “Don’t get up. Don’t look back. Or this will always remain a one-time deal, okay?” His hand withdrew from my shoulder, fading into the dark.

I froze. My mind whirled. “You’re saying this can happen again?”

I trembled, waiting for his reply.

I waited and waited until I couldn’t wait anymore.

I rolled over.

But he was gone.

* 30 *

Zander

Illegal Activities

I JERKED AWAKE.

Thick cotton wool coated my thoughts followed by the worst kind of agony between my legs. Swallowing a groan, I went to move, but my entire body throbbed as if I’d been beaten.

Digging my fingers into my eyes, I did my best to rub away the fog in my head, clutching at the reasons why I’d be in so much pain—

Sailor.

I went down on Sailor.

She came on my fingers.

I froze.

Fuck, was I still at her house?

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