Page 73 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

I glance back at her image, her face now blurred by the fog of my desire. The screen of my second laptop flickers slightly as I move faster, my strokes gaining urgency. Each motion brings a fresh wave of heat, the thought of her consuming me.

I’ve spent so long in control, burying this part of myself, and now it’s unraveling in her name.

“Nyx,” I moan, the sound raw and guttural, echoing in the enclosed space. My hips lift slightly off the chair as I chase the edge building inside me, the pleasure a sharp contrast to the bitter guilt clawing at the edges of my mind.

My hand pumps away, desperate for me to reach that grand launch of bliss, the panting breaths of my groans are as low as I can make them.

I’ve missed this odd sensation. That dangerous build of desire and lust that’s desperate to overwhelm every sensation through my body. How my body seems to cooperate so much more — not a speck of pain interrupting this moment of male normalcy while I chase this final wave that will lead me down that explosive end of euphoria.

Just a bit more…

I can imagine being deep in her hot pussy. Those walls constricting and milking me, and the best part was the way she’d look into my eyes.

No pity. No remorse. Just lust, desire, and passion for what I can do with this cock of mine.

Purpose.

The climax hits like a freight train, my body convulsing as my release spills out in hot, thick spurts. It coats the screen in front of me, the sticky remnants of my desire dripping down over her image.

I’m a panting mess, needing to lean back into the chair while I see the mess I’ve made. The sight is almost too much, a physical representation of the twisted obsession I’ve been harboring without really realizing it.

To think how fate is tempting me in such a profound way.

My chest heaves as I come down, the reality of what I’ve just done crashing over me like a cold wave. The earpiece crackles to life, Atlas’s voice cutting through the haze.

“Vale, we’re in position,” he says, his tone calm but expectant. “Do you copy?”

Show time…

I close my eyes, taking a moment to collect myself before wiping my hand on a spare cloth and reaching for the earpiece.

“Copy,” I reply, my voice steady despite the lingering tremor in my limbs. “Standing by for your signal. I’ll confirm if there’s any signs of interference.”

“Good,” Atlas responds. “We’re waiting for you to make the first move.”

I glance back at the photograph, now streaked and distorted, a reminder of the line I’ve just crossed.

There’s no time to dwell on it now.

The mission takes precedence. Lives depend on me, and I can’t afford another moment of weakness.

Sliding forward in my chair, I pull up the necessary protocols, my fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced precision.

The adrenaline kicks in, pushing aside the remnants of my guilt and desire as the operation begins.

But even as I immerse myself in the task, a single thought lingers at the back of my mind:

What would she think if she knew?Would she be disgusted by me?

The answer haunts me, as does the realization that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe —alive— even if it means confronting the parts of myself I’ve tried so hard to keep buried.

Hold on, Nyx.

We're coming.

And this time, I won't let you disappear.

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