Page 99 of The Owner's Temptation

The sound pushes me over the edge.

My cum spills hot and thick over my fist as I growl her name, breath ragged.

“Yeah,” I mutter darkly, smirking at the screen, still stroking the last of it out of me wiping the tip of my dick with a tissue. “I’m going to fuck you, little rabbit.”

My heart is still hammering in my chest when she suddenly… looks up.

Directly into the camera.

Her eyes lock onto mine like sheknows.

Like she knew thewholetime.

Her expression is flushed, glowing from orgasm—but that smirk?

Thatsmirktells me everything.

She cocks one brow, smug and dangerous. Then she lifts the vibrator to her mouth and?—

Licks it.

Long. Slow. Eyes locked on the lens.

My jaw drops.

My cock twitches.

And I whisper?—

“Fuck me.”

* * *

Iwas watching her sleep when the call came in.

My little angel curled into her sheets, the fire burned out for the night. Her hair a messy halo around her face, one leg kicked free of the blanket. Lips parted, chest rising slow and even.

She definitely knows where at least two of the cameras are.

How the fuck she found them, I don’t know. But Jaxon’s getting an earful when I get back.

The alert wasurgent.

One of my men. Wouldn’t say what. Only that it was a client.

And that I needed to comenow.

So here I am.

The wind sharp with salt and steel.

The full moon casting a ghostly sheen across the industrial wreckage of the shipyard.

“This better be good,” I bark, voice echoing off the corrugated metal walls of the warehouse surrounding us.

In the distance, a cargo horn bellows—low and haunting.

The waves slap against the concrete wall in lazy rhythm, but the metallic scent riding the breeze isn’t ocean or rust.

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