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“You either crawl to me or I’ll come to you,” I warn. “And believe me when I tell you, you don’t want that. Clear?”

Her cheeks are bright red, and there’s fire in her gaze when she lifts it. “Yes, sir.”

I wait until she’s a few paces nearer and clear my throat to grab her attention. “When you look at me, Ms. Wexler, it’s with longing and subservience. Not ire.” Does she even know? “So either eyes down or on me. But choose carefully. Because I will punish you.”

It may be unfair to punish her for my shortcomings. But there is only her and me and this moment.

A ripple runs through her and she drops her gaze, crawling across the floor. Her humiliation is thick in the air. Yet she reaches me and raises her eyes and they’re full of lust.

As I expected.

“Ms. Wexler, I think you need my cock in your mouthagain. I have somewhere to be soon, so let’s see if you can get me off before I have to leave.”

Torin, stop. I say my own name in my head as a threat. There’s no stopping. There’s nowhere I have to be, but the throb and pull of blood between us is strong, too strong to ignore.

I don’t know if I can stop this now.

Her breath hitches as she reaches up for my fly. Her eyes are bright with something…triumph?

I’m aching, so fucking hard I can barely contain myself. And when she pulls me free, her fingers on my dick only fuel the flames. Make me harder. The need is savage and overwhelming in me.

Then her tongue touches me, and I just about lose my mind.

Pure electric desire shoots right down my spine and to my balls that she’s massaging with soft fingers.

“Hands off, Ms. Wexler,” I say as calmly as I can manage. My voice comes out strangled nevertheless. “Work me with your mouth and tongue.”

I’m making this harder on her than I might have for anyone else. Ren isn’t justanyone.

She slides up and down on my cock, her lips stretching around me, and she gags every time she takes me deep.

Oh, fuck, the way the back of her throat convulses on my tip is orgasmic, and I let her go as far as she can. Bobbing up and down, her tongue working me, her mouth sucking.

I need more.So much more. I need everything she’s willing to give me until there’s no distinguishing between her and me.

I grab her head and push her down so my cock enters her throat, and I hammer at her for a few strokes. It’s good. So good. Better than it was in the game room. My balls arehigh and tight, my cock straining for release in her, down her throat.

The thing is…if I’m fucking her for the last time, the only time, I don’t want to come down her throat. I want to come up her cunt. See if it’s as tight as I think it is no matter who else is screwing her.

Ren’s choking, struggling, and I hold her there for one beat, two. Then I pull her off, and she collapses, gasping, with drool pooling on the floor.

“You didn’t come,” she sputters indignantly. Like I’m somehow to blame for it.

“You didn’t saysir.” I laugh and the sound is shaky. Unhinged. My tie is too fucking tight and I yank at it. “Now up.”

She blinks, tears in her greedy eyes as her gaze locks on my saliva-slicked cock.

“I’m up here, Ms. Wexler. Are you a savage?” I smile again and I’m completely unleashed as I toss the tie aside.

She just doesn’t realize the kind of monster I am. I like to use discipline, control, and domination, not just on myself but on my partners. Not Catarina.

If I had handcuffs in here, Ren would be stripped back and locked up so I could have an all access pass to devour her.

If I were a different man. If the situation changed.

Instead, I stand and shove a few things to the side of the desk and nod at it. “Get the fuck up there.”

She pushes up to her feet, wobbling, and I absorb her struggle. The hate and the lust, the humiliation and the need. It’s a beautiful combination.

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