Page 113 of The Owner's Temptation

She nods, wild with need. “Yes,” she pants.

Two more strokes. Slow. Precise.

Then I pull away.

Just like that.

“Good,” I say, reaching for my whiskey. “You’re dismissed.”

Her breath is uneven. Her hands tremble. Her eyes flicker between rage and need—warring inside her the same way they’re tearing through me.

But then, just like that, the heat turns.

All that want ignites into fire.

She gets up with a sharp huff, snatching her heels from beside the chair. She doesn’t even bother putting them back on—just clutches them in one hand like a weapon.

Her steps are silent on the carpet, but the fury radiating from her is loud.

She reaches the door. Flings it open. Doesn’t look back.

And she doesn’t close it, either.

It swings there behind her like a challenge.

I lift my glass and take a slow sip of whiskey, the burn sliding down my throat like victory.

Because I know exactly where she’s going.

And exactly who she’ll run to.

She can claw and kick and scream all she wants.

But in the end?

She’ll always find her way back to me.

Me… or the Devil. But either way, it’s me.

Let him watch.

Let Lucian sit in his cold, perfect office with his whiskey glass and his walls of control, watching me through every hidden camera he placed in my apartment. Let him trace my path across the city, the chip beneath my nail pulsing with every step. I wanted it there.

Let him track every move I make—because tonight, I’m making one he won’t forget.

He’s the one who pushed me to this.

And I hope he’s watching.

I step intoThe Masqueradewithout hesitation. The air inside hums with energy—dark, decadent, alive with whispered promises and unsaid things. The lights are low, the music deeper here. Everything pulses like a living, breathing body that thrives on sin.

Tonight, I’m not wandering. I know exactly what I came for.

I only want two men.

Lucian.

Or the Devil.

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