Page 37 of Midnight Sanctuary

I’ve been pacing for twenty minutes since retreating into my office and my erection still hasn’t gone down. It looks like it’s not going to budge until I do something about it.

I lean over the desk and grip the side as I unzip my pants to release my cock. When I do, it jumps out eagerly, clearly having missed the memo that Alyssa is completely off-limits now.

This is not good. Not good at all.

When I agreed to give her freedom of the house, this is not what I’d had in mind. The point was to run into her sometimes, sure. But it was going to be onmyterms.Iwas the one who would call the shots.Iwas the one who would have control.

But considering I’m leaning over my desk now with my cock in my hand, that plan seems dead on arrival.

“Fuck,” I growl ferociously as I start pumping at my dick while trying simultaneously to push her out of my head.

It’s next to impossible, considering all I can see is pink.That fucking bikini.I remember picking it out for her. Daydreaming even then of how good it would feel to rip the thing right off her so I could devour a part of her throbbing in a matching dusky pink…

But that was before she’d betrayed me and caused half my family to be abducted. You’d think that would kill my desire for her. But the desire is still real.

It’s a curse.

Her entire body was on display downstairs. The bikini bottom was just small enough that I could see the curves of her ass peeking out at me. The top was even smaller and not nearly enough to hold her growing breasts. How is a man supposed to enjoy an evening drink withthatin front of him?

I fist myself harder, gritting my teeth as new jolts of pleasure rush through my body. Every single jolt is directly connected to her.

She clearly dressed for me. She was clearly waiting for me—waiting for a reaction, a jab, a spark of pain in my eyes. It was easy enough to resist… until she brought me my drink like a dutiful little wife. Placed it down right in front of me, with a self-conscious smile that was begging for attention.

That was strike one.

Strike two came when she brushed up against me. It wasn’t even skin on skin and yet it was still the most erotic thing I’ve felt in weeks.

I grip the edge of the table tighter as I start pumping harder. If it weren’t for the fact that I can’t afford to lose this battle, I’d have hurled that damn drink into the wall, lifted her onto the counter, shoved those insolent bikini bottoms to the side, and fucked the life out of her.

I would’ve—

My God.I grit my teeth as the orgasm comes. I can hear her phantom moans in my ears, ringing louder and louder until the climax consumes me.

I make a mess of my hand as I erupt. The satisfaction lasts a few blissful minutes before it fades back into annoyance.

Alyssa accomplished exactly what she set out to do tonight: she got under my skin.

Well, if she wants to play games, I’ll show her that I can play games, too.

And when I play… Ialwayswin.

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The next morning, I’m sitting at the kitchen island with a freshly brewed cup of coffee when she walks in. Just as I suspected, she’s dressed for attention.

Neon-green bikini that barely covers her tits.

String bottoms that barely cover her ass.

And a see-through cover-up that doesn’t cover up a goddamn thing.

My hand tightens around my mug but I refuse to give her more than a spare glance. She can push those breasts up all the way to fucking Canada—I’m not going to cave.

“Good morning,” she chimes. I grunt in response and continue scrolling through the news on my phone. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Not hungry.”

She opens the fridge and pulls out the homemade scones that the chefs prepared yesterday. The kitchen staff tend to disappear the moment I appear. It’s a well-oiled system we’ve got going on.

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