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“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to speak as a tidal wave of heat builds deep inside me. It surges higher with every breath, every touch until it feels like I might drown in it.

And then, he stops. His fingers slide out of me, leaving a trail of molten heat in their absence. I whimper. I fuckingwhimperat the loss of his touch.

“It’s all up to you, firecracker. I won’t do anything unless you ask for it.”

His fingers glisten with my wetness as he lifts them to his lips. “Look at this perfection,” he murmurs, his eyes blazing with an untamed fire. His tongue flicks out to taste, his lips curling into a moan. “Fuck, Viv, you taste too fucking good.”

My mind spins. My body quakes. My throat is dry, and my fists clench so tight my fingers throb.

“You will beg me to fuck you, Viviana,” he growls, his voice dripping with conviction, “sooner than you think.”

He releases my arms, and they drop limply to my sides. As he steps away, my body aches at the loss of his warmth, craving his touch and the promise unfulfilled. But I refuse to let him see the frustration burning beneath my skin.

His devilish smirk tugs at his lips, leaving me breathless and searing with unmet desire. I’m still leaning against the wall of his closet, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I want more.

I pull my shirt down, sparing him one final glance as he leaves the room. The door clicks shut, and I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, trying to reconnect my scattered brain with my traitorous body.

This can’t happen again. Itwon’thappen again, I tell myself as I fill the massive tub with near-boiling water, hoping it will cleanse these horny demons from my system. I leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, just in case someone walks in.

My thoughts wander back to what just happened. The thing is, I’m not the only one into it. His erection pressing against me made that painfully obvious. I could feel its size, its hardness, and my legs clenching at the thought of him inside me.

My mind replays the way his massive hands explored my body, the way his fingers curled just right, hitting a spot that made stars explode in my vision.

My hand moves south as the contrast between the hot water and the cool air makes my nipples harden. My fingers slip between my folds, heat pooling deep in my core. My lips part, and a soft breath escapes. I need this. I need to take the edge off, or I won’t be able to face him without feeling an overwhelming urge to jump him.

The bedroom door creaks open. His calm and detached voice cuts through the air as he discusses dinner reservations with someone over the phone. Another faint voice filters in from outside the room.

I hear drawers opening and closing. His tone is casual when he replies, “Just getting dressed.”

I let my fingers trail down teasingly, releasing a soft gasp just loud enough for him to hear. He stops mid-sentence. The tension in the air shifts instantly.

“Get out,” he barks, his voice sharp and commanding, directed at whoever is with him.

“I’ll call you back,” he mutters into the phone before hanging up abruptly.

A deafening silence settles over the room, thick and charged. I continue to play with my swollen, sensitive clit, my finger slipping inside. A whimper escapes me, my eyes rolling back as I lose myself in the sensation.

Knowing he’s right there makes this even better—the thrill of it, the forbidden excitement.

“Oh God,” I moan, my body jolting as every muscle tightens, the unbearable sweetness mounting. I make the sounds louder than necessary, wanting him to hear me come; to know I don’t need his help to get there.

A surge builds deep within me, my muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. Each breath grows more ragged, more desperate. My pulse drums in my ears, a relentless rhythm that matches the crescendo rising inside me. Heat floods my skin, spreading like wildfire. My body arches involuntarily, toes curling, fingers gripping the tub’s edges.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle the sound, but it breaks free—a soft, helpless cry as everything inside me shatters and releases in a tidal wave. Time seems to stop. Every nerve feels too alive, waves of electricity coursing through me, leaving me trembling and gasping, my heart hammering as though it might burst from my chest.

For a moment, there’s nothing but bliss, a perfect, overwhelming high. Then reality comes rushing back like a cold slap. Declan is still just outside.

A sly, breathless smile tugs at my lips as I lie there, still trembling from the intensity.

From the other side of the door comes a deep, unmistakable snarl, low and simmering with frustration. I hear the rustle of fabric, the sound of him moving, and then—silence.

The door slams shut and it sends a shiver down my spine.

Chapter 11

Viviana

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