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“You taste so goddamn good,”I murmur into her.

“Fuck, keep doing that with your tongue,” she says between breaths, squeezing even harder, tighter, more dominantly. “More, Grey, harder. Please.”

I groan into her slit before continuing my strokes, watching her every glance, every breath, every fucking pore in her body as it comes alive from my mouth.

“Come on my mouth,” I groan. “Let me taste you.”

She moans out loud, louder than ever before, and as she falls apart on my tongue yet again. I lap it all up with both my hands on her tits, claiming her like she always belonged to me. The taste of her wetness as she comes on my tongue is too much to take. Moaning into her slit, I spurt out more cum against the wall, overcome by desire.

Panting, I rest my face between her legs and plant kisses all over her thighs and belly, appreciating every inch of her skin, every curve, every stretch mark, and every dip before I let her down. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply, smiling.

“Did you just come twice?”

“Couldn’t help myself. Your moans set me off.”

She giggles. “God, you’re perfect.”

If only she knew how truly imperfect I was.

“Says the literal walking heart attack,” I jest.

She laughs and slips past me to grab some towels, wrapping one around my waist too before draping herself in one. She grabs my hand to guide me out of the shower like she’s happy I’m here.

But all I can do is gaze at the small camera in the top corner of the bathroom.

The camera I installed, along with all the others in her room, when she thought I was fast asleep.

The video this one took of my licking session is now on my secured laptop far away from here.

And I can slowly feel the most nefarious smile spreading on my face at the thought of seeing Levi Torres’s face when he watches the girl he thinks is his get completely wasted from my tongue … after I send the file to him.

CHAPTER 27

Levi

“Put this on,”I say, handing out the masks to the people passing by.

Ivy approaches, and she narrows her eyes when she sees me. “Where’s Apollo? I thought he was organizing this party.”

“Inside. Does it matter?” I stuff the mask into her hand. “Did you bring your boyfriend?”

She smirks. “Which one?”

“Silas.”

“No. He refused to come. Said all Phantoms are trash and that they can suck his dick. But I’m not going to pass up on spending time with my friends.”

“Good choice,” Océane replies. “Boys don’t run our lives.”

“Max and Heath had other plans, so I’m here by myself.” Ivy shrugs.

“So why are we getting these? There’s no explanation,” Océane asks me.

I tilt my head. “Adds some mystery to the party.”

“Do you ever do parties without masks?” Ivy asks.

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