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Because I know that I’ll get even more in return.

Then he’s between my legs. He’s kissing me and pinning my hands above my head, and I feel his tip press against my aching entrance. Fear spikes, and I should tell him that I’ve never done this before, that I’ve never had a man inside me before?—

I feel him glide along my pussy before pressing his tip inside.

He lets out a low groan.

“Fuck, baby, I knew you’d feel good,” he whispers, easing himself between my legs.

And with that, without any fanfare, without any trumpets or shouting or wedding bells and entirely because this is whatIchoose for myself, I’m no longer a virgin.

My back arches. He’sbig, and I’ve never had anything his size in me before. It burns and aches, but underneath all that is a low hum of pleasure, as he slowly slides himself deeper.

Until I’m full to the brim.

He buries my mouth with his. My nipples are hard and my legs wrap around his hips. He moves back, hips grinding into me, going slow. I’m moaning and whimpering, half from pain and half from bliss, not sure which way I want to go.

“Keep going,” I beg him, wanting this so badly it kills me. I’m the fencer tonight—strong and smart and sexy—not boring old Carmie. “Fuck me,please,” I plead, not even sure why, because he’s not showing any signs of stopping.

He lavishes me with attention. He kisses my neck and breasts, he bites my lower lip, he tells me how good I feel and how badly he wants me. He grinds himself, in and out, almost like he knowsI’m getting used to his size. Like he can read my body’s reaction. And slowly, as he tells me how he wants to fuck me from behind while he makes me come screaming with my vibrator, the pain recedes.

Replaced by raw pleasure blooming in my core.

He fucks me after that. Not the slow, gentle grinding, but dirty andgood. He fucks me as I push my hands against the headboard, and he fucks me when I roll onto my belly and let him grab my ass and spank me, and he fucks me when I ride him with sweat dripping down my breasts. He licks that sweat off and fucks my mouth. He fills me to the brim and comes inside of me, and he licks my pussy until I scream, and he fucks me again after that. More than once, the vibrator appears, sometimes shoved in my mouth and sometimes on my clit, making me come screaming.

It’s late when he’s finally done with me. I’m sore, but in a good way. I use the bathroom, and when I come back out, I scoop up the shirt he wore to the club and pull it down over my body.

But I notice something in the dim moonlight.

A dark red stain near the collar, like a drop of blood.

“Come back to bed,” he orders, and I look at him for a second.

Why would there be blood on his shirt?

What did he do to that guy after I left?

But he’s giving me that lusty, lidded smile of his, that charming smirk, and my hesitation fades as I crawl under the covers with him for a few hours of deep, black sleep before I have to be myself again.

Chapter 4

Lev

Ibrush construction dust off a long empty counter and dump out a bag of expensive Rolex watches.

It’s six in the morning, and nobody else is here yet. Technically, nobody needs to be here for another week at least. Fed Jewelers burned to the ground over a month ago, but now it’s rising from the ashes, all thanks to the time and money I dumped back into this place.

The front looks good. Better than it did before the fire, honestly. The display cases are mostly empty, and I take my time setting them up. Each watch gets nestled on a little pillow and lovingly lined up facing the customers.

I grew up in this place. This store was my whole life as a kid. My father started it when he was a young man, and he grew it into a pillar of the diamond industry in this part of Philadelphia. Before it all burned down, millions of dollars flowed through this storefront every week.

Now we’re back. It feels good. It feels fucking right.

It’ll never be the same—but this time, it’ll be mine.

I hear the back door open. Alexander appears, looking out at me, shaking his head with disbelief. “I can’t believe you’re here earlier than me.”

“You’re lazy. Are you surprised?” I throw him a big grin. It’s like putting on a pair of pants in the morning. No, it’s like slipping on my mask.

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