His stomach flexes with each roll of his hips, his thrusts powerful and unrelenting, using the motion of the suspended frame to push deeper, harder.
I think Imightbe shaking.
His eyes never leave mine.
She gasps out a name and I wonder if it’s his. It’s not.
A man steps forward, responding to her call. He approaches, adjusting the woman’s headrest, tipping it back until her mouth is open, waiting.
The new man pulls out his cock, and she takes him eagerly.
The Devilwatches meas he fucks her, as she moans around the other man’s cock, as the two of them work her over in perfect, ruthless synchronization.
“There you are!”
I nearlyjumpat the sound of Eve’s voice, the world snapping back into focus.
My skin ison fire, my pulse frantic, my panties–fucking ruined.
“We’ve got to get you newbies home before bedtime.”
Eve is speaking to the other recruits, but I barely register it.
Because when I turn back—he’s still looking at me.
The elevator chimes, signaling our departure, but Ican’t move.
Even as I step backward into the rising lift, as the doors close, Idon’t break eye contact.
Neither does he.
And right before the doors fully seal?—
He smirks.
Two weeks.
Two fucking weeks of putting out fires and breaking necks to keep everything running smoothly.
You’d think by now, with the systems I have in place—the rules, the structure, the people trained to handle everything—I could take a goddamn breath without the world lighting itself on fire.
Apparently not.
The first week was simple enough. One of our Paris clients got caught getting handsy with a Companion in public. I sent him a warning. He thought that meant I was bluffing. He doesn’t think that anymore.
The second week? That’s when the real shit hit the fan.
A client went rogue. Not just boundary-pushing. Not just breaking a contract.
He kidnapped one of my girls.
Used her as a human shield while trying to escape some debt he owed.
He was able to hide for three days before I tracked him down.
My girl’s safe. He’s not breathing anymore.
I made sure of that.