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I pull back, mouth soaked, chest heaving. Her cry of frustration cuts through the air like a blade. I stand and bend over her.
“No,” she whimpers. “Please, Finn?—”
“Don’t beg. Not yet,” I whisper, gripping her jaw and yanking her face toward mine. “You think you want release, but you don’t. Your body is demanding to submit. You want me to give it to you. And I will. But on my terms. Not yours.”
Her eyes fill with tears again. My fingers slide down and tap her clit softly, just enough to make her squirm.
“That’s what you are, isn’t it?” I murmur against her cheek. “A little desperate slut for me, who gets wet for praise and cries when it’s taken away.”
She nods, eyes hooded, lips trembling.
“Say it. Who do you belong to now?”
“You.”
She doesn’t hesitate.
“Damn right, you do.”
I shoot her one last look over my shoulder as I untie her wrists.
Then I lean in close, relishing in her desperation for me.
“Next time you want your orgasm, temptress... you better earn it.”
And then I leave.
Because I know the ache I’ve left in her will keep her burning for me.
Exactly the way I want.
I’ve given her a taste, and if it’s meant to be, if the obsession goes both ways, she will run right back to me.
But right now, I have another form of torture to dish out. It’s time to see if I can get some answers about The Preacher.
Chapter 34
STEPHANIE
Two hours later and my body is still on fire.
I need release, and it turns out, to do that, I need a doctor. Specifically, Dr. Quinn.
But he turned his back on me and walked out.
Shoving on my clothes, I grab my bag and throw on a cap. With my head down, I make my way to the exit.
A shiver runs down my spine as I fast-walk toward my car, tucked away at the far end of the staff lot.
I toss my bag into the passenger seat and slide behind the wheel.
Before I turn the key, I check my phone.
Nothing interesting.
I don’t know why I expected something from Finn.
It’s not as if that was anything to him other than a damn game.
