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The praise strikes me deeply, the same thrill I get from our gaming victories. But this isn’t a game. This is my life now.

He grips the edge of my bra strap. “You’ve imagined this, haven’t you? All those nights watching my videos, touching yourself...”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out how right he is.

His hand tangles in my hair when I don’t comply, forcing my head back. “Open your eyes.”

I meet his gaze through the mask.

“You’re mine now,” he says, rolling his hips up against me. “Every fantasy, every desire—I’ll make them all real.”

A whimper escapes my lips as pleasure shoots through me. My body trembles, caught between fear and arousal. His grip tightens, holding me in place as he grinds against me.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let go. Show me how much you want this.”

But I don’t want this. Do I? My mind screams no while my body begs for more. Each touch brings me closer to the edge of something I’m terrified to fall into.

11

RYKER

The embarrassment washing overKira’sface as she freezes mid-dance surprises me. She came so easily whilst giving me a lap dance. Her body heat and movements affect me in ways I hadn’t calculated.

“You aced that level. Top points.” I take her by the hair, forcing her to gaze at me. “Look at the screen. See how well you did?”

She looks up, eyes widening at herself on screen, straddling me. I replay the moment, her eyes glazing over. Her face reddens as she realizes the extent of my stalking.

“Deny it all you want. That sweet little pussy of yours betrays you every time.” My voice sounds strange—tighter, more desperate than intended. “Your pulse races, your skin flushes when I push you. You want this. Admit it.” I tug gently on her hair, bringing her closer. “Tell me you want more.”

My breath brushes her lips as I wait. I need to hear her acknowledge the truth. Not just for my plan but for something deeper stirring inside me—a need for her to want this and me.

Her eyes lock with mine. “I-I...” Her voice falters. “I want...” She swallows, resistance crumbling.

Seeing her give in excites me in unexpected ways. I lean closer, inhaling her scent. “Admit you want more of me, Kira.”

Her body tenses as she shifts on my lap, eyes meeting mine with newfound determination. The fear remains, but something else burns behind it—defiance.

“Let me go.” Her voice comes out stronger than expected. “I want you to let me go.”

A laugh escapes my throat, hollow even to me. Something twists in my gut. I release her hair, skimming my fingers down her neck. “And why would I do that when we’re just getting started? When you’re finally understanding what you truly need?”

She tries to pull away, but my arm keeps her firmly in place. “This isn’t what I need. You’re wrong about me.”

“Am I?” I gesture to the screen where her dance still plays. “You just came while giving me a lap dance and grinding on my cock.”

“That was...” She shakes her head. “You manipulated me. Drugged me. None of this is real.”

I grip her chin, forcing eye contact. Her skin feels warm under my fingers, alive in ways my screens never captured. “Everything about this is real. More real than those fantasies you’ve harbored. More real than those late-night gaming sessions where you pretend to be someone else.”

“You don’t know me.”

“But I do.” I graze her lower lip with my thumb, and something unfamiliar cracks inside me. “I know every part of you,Kira Ellis. I’m the only one who can give you what you want.”

She tries to turn away, but I hold her still. “The only thing I want is to leave.”

“No.” I smile, noticing her pulse jump at my touch, doubt creeping in where certainty once reigned. “You want to stop feeling guilty about enjoying this and wanting more.”

“Let me go or get on with your sick game.”Kira’seyes flash with determination. “The faster I play along, the faster this ends, right?”

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