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I’m steaming with heat, my body singing with relief as he slides in and out. My back arches involuntarily, and I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, bracing myself against the wall.

It’s like a dream.

No one will ever be as good as he is now.

Zane makes me feel alive, real, and special.

He admires my body like I’m his goddess, and that’s hard to process sometimes.

The intensity of my feelings for him.

How much this consumes me.

He slides faster until I’m once again losing myself to the sensation of a second orgasm.

As my burning pussy walls clamp down on his rigid cock, it pushes him over the edge, and the first load of cum, filling me up, is squeezed out in spasmodic bursts from his hard, throbbing cock. I buck and shudder as our orgasms meet in one climactic thrust, and I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him deep inside me.

“You want to get caught,” Zane observes, but his voice cracks as if the same effect that hits me hits him too.

We’re both panting, and I can feel his chest rise and fall against mine. I turn my head and kiss him gently on the lips.

We stand there, pressed against each other, waiting for our orgasms to subside. His cock is completely spent inside me, and I can feel my pussy pulsing around it.

“I can’t stand being away from you,” I murmur, my voice low, raw. "Fuck People.”

CHAPTER 23

MIA

Zane has probablyalready left to play the part of the loyal servant to my father, but honestly, I have no idea how he managed to keep up the act for a whole month.

Maybe it’s because Nico’s so consumed with the Yakuza right now, barely even in the States. It’s like he’s blind to the cracks, the loopholes Zane’s been slipping through.

And as much as I hate to admit it, Zane’s good. Damn good. The Society has resources, and they know how to use them.

“Olga?” I call through the house, then decide to go upstairs to look for her around the mansion. It’s been a while since we spent time together. I search every room, checking every corner, but there’s no sign of her. She’s not here.

I walk downstairs with my coffee in hand, still feeling a strange emptiness in my chest from Olga’s absence.

Which is kind of ridiculous considering she spent half the time fighting with me and the other half huffing in exasperation.

But without her, the house feels... strangely empty. So, instead of wallowing in that feeling (because who has time for complicated emotions before 9 a.m.?), I plop down in the chair across from Tristan, my personal security guard and former circus performer.

I mean, he doesn’t have much of a job keeping an eye on me. According to Zane, he’s basically here to make sure no one tries to put me in a cage or do anything to me, and also that I don’t kill anyone. It’s cute.

He’s a nice person. And I imagine he must miss the circus. Yes, circus.

"Good morning, retired clown!" I smile, putting my feet up on the chair next to him. He doesn’t even look up from whatever he was doing.

"I was not a clown."

"And that’s your problem!" I lean my elbow on the table, looking at him expectantly. "You can juggle, right?"

He lets out a sigh that seems to come straight from his soul. "Mia..."

"Tristan," I mimic his tone, smiling. "Teach me? I’m bored today and you won’t like me bored."

"You just want to throw things in the air and pretend you have coordination."

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