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“Stop what you’re doing. Right fucking now,” he interrupts, his tone seething with anger.

Startled, I sit up slowly, scanning the room for any signs of intrusion.

Is he watching me?

I scrutinize the window and every corner of my surroundings but find no trace of anyone. How does he know?

“I know what you’re doing, and you better remove that hand,” he warns, causing my heart to race. Panic sets in as I desperately search for answers. And that’s when I spot it. In the corner, above my window, a small black object with a faint red light flashes.

Oh my God.

“You put a fucking camera in my room?” I snap at him, locking eyes with the lens. The audacity of this man leaves me speechless.

“Yes, now that we’ve established that, do as I say and remove your hand.” He demands, making me scoff.

Then, another idea strikes. He wanted to punish me for being a ‘bad girl’ who makes stupid and reckless decisions. Now I’m gonna show him exactly how bad I am… and stupid.

This is a very stupid idea.

“No,” I answer, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of my lips as I defiantly lay back down. I know I’ll regret this, but the thrill of rebellion overpowers any rational thoughts.

“Excuse me?” He growls, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Watch me,” I whisper back, my voice barely audible, as I kick the blanket off me, exposing myself to him. The room feels charged with tension, the air heavy with anticipation. Slowly, I start rubbing the bundle of nerves between my legs, my movements deliberate and seductive.

A soft moan escapes my lips, filling the room with a tantalizing sound. I hear his heavy breathing through the phone, the sound intensifying the arousal that pulses through me. But then, abruptly, the line goes dead. I stop my hand movement, a frown etching onto my face as I stare at the phone. He hung up.

Just as I place my phone back on the nightstand, a hard bang on my front door jolts me upright. My heart pounds in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears, drowning out all other noise. With each step I take towards the banging, my breathing quickens, my pulse racing. Another bang reverberates through the house, causing me to yelp involuntarily.

As another hit against the door falls, the wood splinters and breaks off its hinges. A scream escapesmy mouth, piercing the silence, as the huge frame of Argent steps into the room. The atmosphere immediately shifts, the room feeling smaller and darker in his presence. The sinister look on his face has me regretting the reckless shit I just pulled.

“If I catch you, I’m going to ruin you,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. I’m frozen in place, my legs refusing to move, paralyzed by fear.

Reality slaps me in the face, and I realize he’s not playing around and with that realization, I spin around and sprint down the hall, bolting for the bathroom. My feet pounding against the floor, echoing in my ears.

Just as I close the door and try to lock it, he bursts through, the door slamming into me, causing me to fall backward onto the cold floor. He steps in, towering over me, his eyes fully dilated and his jaw clenched tightly.

I stare up at him with wide eyes, my breath caught in my throat, “Argent.”

Chapter 19

Starlet

He remains silent, hispiercing gaze fixated on me as I meet his eyes with sheer terror.

In one swift motion, he bends down, his hand clenching around my throat, lifting me effortlessly onto my feet. His grip is tight, causing bursts of white spots to cloud my vision. Desperately, I grasp onto his arm, my fingers digging into his flesh, struggling to maintain consciousness.

“Why do you insist on tempting me, little star?” he calmly questions, drawing me closer until our faces are mere inches apart. I do not doubt that after tonight, trying to be bold is off the table for me.

Releasing his hold on my throat, I cough and draw in a deep breath, my lungs greedily filling with air, before he forcefully pushes me against the sink. Gazing into the mirror, I witness his approach from behind, his warm breath grazing my ear as he whispers, “Do you want me, baby?” Our eyes meet in the mirror’s reflection.

“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly. And with that he starts unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants and his already hard cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. The sound of heavy breathing and the thunderous beat of my heart drown out all other noise as he gently wraps his hands around my waist, his touch skimming down the curve of my back before roughly grabbing my hips. I keep my gaze fixed on him, diligently watching his every movement in the mirror.

He pulls my lacy panties to the side, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth. Hunger and lust burn in his intense gaze. A soft, strained moan escapes my lips as he rubs his throbbing length against my pulsating core, coating himself with my glistening wetness.

“Such a needy girl,” he smirks before thrusting into me. My mouth falls open, and I tightly grip the edges of the sink, feeling its cool porcelain against my fingertips. With each deep thrust, my sanity slips away, and I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. A powerful orgasm crashes over me, causing my legs to tremble, but he holds my hips tighter, keeping me upright as he mercilessly continues to pound into me.

The rhythmic slapping of our skin and our desperate moans fill the room, creating a symphony of pleasure. I shift my body slightly, pushing my hand against his heaving chest, desperately trying to slow down the overwhelming sensations.

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