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“Oh my God!” My hips jerk off the sofa, but his hands keep me pinned. His tongue is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, sinfully skilled and impossibly hot. It flicks against my clit, teasing and tormenting, before plunging deep inside me. I’m helpless, my hands still bound behind my back, completely at his mercy. And I love it.

“Dar, please—” I beg, my voice breaking. He doesn’t respond with words, but the way his tongue moves tells me everything I need to know. He’s in control, and he’s not going to stop until I’m a writhing, screaming mess. The sensations are overwhelming, every stroke of his tongue sending electric shocks through my body. I’ve never felt anything like this before, never been so completely consumed by pleasure.

“You taste incredible,” he murmurs against me, his voice vibrating through my core. His tongue flicks over my clit again, and I cry out, my back arching off the sofa. He doesn’t let up, his movements relentless, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel it building, a pressure so intense it’s almost painful, and then?—

“I’m coming!” I scream, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashes over me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, waves of pleasure so intense they steal my breath. My vision whites out, and for a moment, I’m floating, weightless and boneless. When I finally come back to myself, Dar is still between my legs, his tongue lapping at me gently, drawing out every last shuddering aftershock.

“Dar,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. He looks up at me, his red eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and I can’t help but smile. “That was... incredible.”

“You’re incredible,” he replies, his voice soft but filled with heat. "But I don't recall your asking my permission to come."

I gasp at his bold words, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. "You mean I have to ask your permission first?" My voice comes out breathless, incredulous. "When you're doing...thatto me?"

Dar’s crimson eyes gleam with a predatory light. "Yes, Olivia. You’re not in charge." His tone is firm, unyielding, but there’s a flicker of amusement in his gaze, like he’s enjoying the way I squirm—both physically and mentally.

That phrase hits me like a lightning bolt.You’re not in charge.It’s the same thing he’d said to me the first time we met, when I’d tried to argue my way out of a mistake I’d made at work. Back then, it had annoyed me, sparked my stubborn streak. Now? It sends a jolt straight through me, winding me tighter than a coiled spring. My hips buck involuntarily, and another orgasm crashes over me, leaving me gasping for air.

Dar chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through my chest. "Ah, my sweet, human pet," he murmurs, his claws—sharp and dangerous—trailing lightly down my thigh. "It seems you require a great deal of training and discipline."

I look up at him, my green eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. Training? Discipline? The words should make me bristle, but instead, they send a thrill racing through me. I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge, and this? This is the most exhilarating one yet.

"When can I start?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. There’s a boldness in my tone, a challenge of my own. I’m not just submitting—I’mdaringhim to take me further, to push me harder.

Dar’s lips curve into a feral smile, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Right now," he growls, his hand sliding up to grip my wrist. His touch is firm, commanding. "But first, you’ll learn to ask properly."

My breath hitches. "Properly?"

His free hand traces a line up my inner thigh, igniting a path of fire. "Beg, Olivia."

My pulse skyrockets. My mind races, torn between my natural stubbornness and the electric pull of his dominance. I bite my lip, hesitating, but the way he’s looking at me—like he can see straight into my soul—breaks me.

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "Dar, please."

He leans in, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. "Good girl."

CHAPTER 10

DAR

"The protests are getting worse, Rook. Three hundred people outside your building today."

"Nothing I can't handle." I drum my fingers on my desk, watching the crowd through my tinted windows. The scent of patchouli and unwashed humanity wafts up even to the fortieth floor. "Send in a team. We can shut down their leadership quietly."

"These aren't Grolgath insurgents." Pyke's voice crackles with static interference. "They're civilians exercising their constitutional rights."

"Rights that threaten our operation. That rainforest had to go."

"And explaining why would expose everything."

"So we remove the troublemakers." The crowd below starts another round of chanting. Their words blur together into white noise.

"Veritas doesn't target humans." Steel enters Pyke's tone. "We're protectors, not oppressors."

I bare my teeth, even though he can't see it. "Then what do you suggest?"

"We lie low. Let it blow over."

"While they damage my company's reputation?"

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