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The salty taste and his harsh exhale as he holds my hair so tight I can’t move pushes me over the edge. I buck into my fist and come all over his jeans.

Ianto growls, but it’s half-hearted. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to keep punishing you.”

I reach out and rub the cum into his pants. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re mine. See,” I trace my name in the cum on his jeans and write “mine.”

I turn my head back to his dick, sucking in the soft length of him and rubbing my face against his groin.

Ianto hisses and tugs me tighter against him. “You want to be my cock warmer all night? Keep going.”

I let out a disgustingly excited whine, and Ianto moans as he drags himself out of my mouth.

“Fine. Tonight. All night. More punishment.”

And that’s the best news I’ve heard all day. I get to my feet and do up my jeans before turning back to our new friend.

Ianto is already gone, but my cock twitches just thinking about tonight.

Ranger and Mills appear to help me drag this idiot closer to where Ianto will bring the car. I’m not gentle with him, but I’m sending a message.

“Now, listen, buddy. I know Lia’s a hot young thing, but here’s the go. She belongs to us. So if you want to live comfortably, you’re going to block her, delete her off your socials, delete your dating app. Everything. You’re going no contact.”

I reach into his pockets and pull out his wallet.

“Fredrick Burguone of 54 Napoleen Drive.” I take a photo. “We know who you are and where you live now, buddy, so if you want to date Lia, the next time we’ll beat you half to death. Got it. She’s not yours. If you try again, you won’t walk away alive.”

He shakes his head. I pull his gag down.

“What was that?”

“I won’t come back, I promise. I’ll block her on everything. Please, don’t kill me.”

I exchange a disgusted look with Ranger. Ianto reappears with a truck, and we hoist him into the backseat. Ianto and Ranger take him away while I turn back to Lia’s mansion. I wonder what she’s thinking. What she’s doing. Did she dress up? Does she look pretty?

“Now, what are you going to do?” I ask Lia, almost daring her to continue with this stupidity.

My smile is wide as I walk home. The day just got a lot more exciting.

Chapter nine

Lia

I put on mylip gloss and force myself to smile at my reflection. Ranger would say I look pretty. I smile but a sick feeling lands heavily in my gut. I know that image, and I don’t want to see it.

I look like my mother.

I wash the makeup off and dry my face. I’m not dressing up for this. Whoever said this was a good idea was an idiot. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to meet someone else, and have them try to compete with the silent memory of the Mirakill Pack. They will fail.

So, why am I doing it?

Oh, that’s right, I’m proving a point. Pride. stubbornness. Anything at all to get their attention.

I’m going on dates because Zaden Mirakill is a grade A piece of arrogant assholey asshat. And I don’t want to do this! I breathe heavily and lean against the door frame.

Why did I do this?

I can’t do this!

The nerves explode in my stomach. What if he’s a serial killer? What if he hurts me? There are a million what ifs, and they drown out my logical voice in a flurry of anxious screams. What if he kidnaps me?

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