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I don’t know how many times they built me up and dragged me to the peak, only to steal it away.

My body shakes, my breath is wrecked, and my mind is lost in a spiral of need.

I beg.

Not just with my words—with everything. My breathless whimpers, the way I arch, the way I plead with my body. The restraints are the only thing keeping me from sinking to my knees and surrendering completely.

I need it.

I need them.

And then?—

Gabe’s lips curl. “Now you wait.”

The words slam into me, my heart plummeting.

“No!” I shake my head, breathless, wild with desperation.

Hank chuckles, his grip shifting, sliding lower, cupping the curve of my ass. “She’s got a defiant streak, Gabe.”

“Shame. And she was doing so well.” Gabe sighs, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “We’ll have to add a strike.”

Hank tilts my chin up, forcing my dazed gaze to meet his. “You’re going to wait for us now, luv.”

I blink, my breath ragged, my body trembling, skin burning from their touch, from their denial.

“We won’t be gone long.” Gabe soothes me, his palm sliding over my ribs, grounding me.

I jerk against the restraints, my body desperate, on fire, aching for them, my nerves screaming in protest.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Be patient, luv.” Hank presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “That’s an order.”

Their heat vanishes.

The sound of their retreat makes my stomach plummet.

Then—

The soft click of the door.

They’re gone.

Chapter 39

I whimper,shifting in my bonds, my wrists straining against the leather. My body is liquid fire, starving for touch, for more, for release.

But there is nothing.

No warmth.

No presence.

Just the deafening silence and the weight of my own desperation.

My knees buckle, my body sagging, but the restraints keep me standing.

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