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Panting, she cinched her eyes shut again, her body writhing and bucking. While she bit down on her lip just like she’d done before, perhaps in a ridiculous attempt to keep me from knowing how much pleasure I was bringing to her, a scattered moan finally erupted from her lips.

Just as her muscles clenched and released in a constant rhythm.

I pumped even harder, pushing her to the brink of sheer ecstasy.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip several times and the light perspiration I noticed covering her cheeks brought a smile to my face. Sadly, she couldn’t see it.

When she started coming down from the high, I finally released my hold on her wrists, gripping both hips instead. I jerked her up and down on the table as I searched for my wave of satisfaction. I was shocked how quickly it came, every muscle in my body tight as drums.

With a hard push, I erupted deep inside. And still my balls continued to ache.

For her.

For what we could be together.

But I reminded myself she had no clue who I was. This wasn’t romance. This couldn’t be anything but a night of unadulterated pleasure. The thought annoyed the fuck out of me. I’d found perfection, but we were both hiding behind a mask. How ironic.

Like the savage I was, once finished, I backed away from the table, easing my still hard cock into the sweatpants.

“You’ll remember this fondly, little lamb. Won’t you?”

She searched the darkness as she rose onto her elbows. “Never.”

I chuckled from the waning sound of her voice. “We shall see.”

We were locked in a moment of silence, but she was searching for answers that could destroy her if discovered. Why was it I cared for this girl as much as I did?

“Tell me something,” she breathed. “Was it true what you said about the man you killed?”

The question also surprised me. She’d done that more than once. “Yes, it was, sweet lamb. I never tell lies.” As if the one decent attribute would somehow provide an invitation away from hell. Not a chance.

She rolled over on the table, her breathing more labored than before. “Then he deserved to die.”

CHAPTER 16

Jessica

For Immediate Release

(Chicago, Illinois, June 4, 2025)—Wilder Blackwell, CEO of The Blackwell Group announced today the release of their highly anticipated virtual reality game, Dark Nights. The release coincides with a weekend of celebrations regarding the formation of the company with by invitation only festivities being held Saturday night at the Waldorf Astoria.

“I have a surprise for you.”

I had my phone cradled against my neck as I continued typing in several strings of code. I hated to admit I was barely paying attention to Stephanie. My mind had remained in a tremendous fog for the few days since…

Ugh.

I couldn’t even think about what had occurred at my house only a few nights before. Since then, I’d questioned everythingfrom my morals to my sanity. That had been in the process of attempting to figure out not only why I hadn’t struggled more when the masked monster had been in my home or why I hadn’t called the police after he’d left. Even worse, how in God’s name I’d come close to enjoying the experience.

Don’t lie to yourself. It was the perfect fantasy.

“Uh-huh,” I finally said before hitting the testing mode. Shit. It didn’t work. What was I doing wrong?

“Did you hear what I said?” Stephanie said, increasing the volume of her voice. Oh, that did it.

“What?” Now I was more exasperated. Not with her. With my entire life. I was now fucking up at work on top of being a terrible human being. I’d said someone deserved to die and couldn’t take the words back because at the time, I’d meant them. Yes, I did believe true butchers of this world deserved any and every punishment they received no matter how heinous, but I had no clue if what Sinner had told me was even correct.

“I have a surprise. Remember the gala for the Blackwell Group?”

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