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"Why the fuck are you defending her, Leighton?" Az demanded as he swerved in and out of traffic.

"I know real fear when I see it. And you're acting fucking delusional right now." Leighton looked like he wanted to punch Az. "You're holding on to your own shit too hard to realize it's just not adding up!"

The car fell into a tense silence, the only sound coming from Leighton tapping furiously on his phone. Az drove like a madman through the city, only slowing when we neared the manor. The gravity of what we'd been through came crashing down as he parked the car in front of the house. Heavily armed men waited for us as we exited the vehicle.

"I'm gonna takela petit démoneinside." Leighton said, pulling my trembling body against his chest. "You two get the guys setup on a perimeter. Nobody except our men get on the property."

He tucked me under his arm as we walked inside the house, cooing soft reassurances that we were okay now and I was safe. I almost couldn't register what he was saying. My mind was awash with fear and more than a little anger about what Az had implied. Leighton led me to the dining room and sat me down as he began removing my shoes.

"How do you know we're safe, Leighton? What if they come here?" I couldn't speak higher than a whisper, and I was trembling again, imagining armed men bursting through the many windows and doors in the house.

"Then it would be the last thing they did in a long list of bad decisions,ma petit démone. No one here is going to let something happen to you, not even Az's stupid ass." He leaned down and planted a small kiss on the side of my knee as he slid the ties down my leg.

"But…" I started, and he shook his head, pulling me up from the chair as he stood. His arm snaked around my lower back and pulled me closer to him.

"You need a distraction. Let me show you something." He grinned before leading me to a panel in the back of the room that had originally gone to the butlery. He slid it aside to reveal a wall of monitors streaming images that flipped across the property and through the house. Several were off at the moment.

"I know about the cameras, Leighton."

"Oh, I'm sure you do. But I doubt you realize Daddy-O had cameras installed in all the bedrooms." He leaned around me and flipped a switch on the panel, bringing up a live feed of all the rooms. "We took control of that, though, so outside of this room, nobody can see what happens. I like some freaky shit, but even I'm not down with your father watching me sleep." He chuckled with a fake shudder, punctuating his words.

A small giggle escaped me at his dramatics, and he flashed me a heart-stopping grin. Part of me knew it was a bad idea to swoon over the man before me, but I couldn't find it in myself to walk away. He slid the paneled door closed behind us and gave me a look that had me pressing my thighs together. Heat settled in my core, and I knew I wasn't going to walk myself out of this room.

"I take it you have something in mind to distract me?" I whispered. In response, he backed me against the wall and tipped my face up to look at him as he closed the distance between us.

"Stop me now if you're going to,ma petit démone, because I won't be able to once I get started." His brown eyes were hooded, and his voice was low and husky.

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth. Did I want Leighton to stop? Adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, and my mind was whirling. I tipped my head back in invitation.

He groaned before he crashed against me in a crushing kiss that immediately caused my mind to empty. I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him back, parting my lips as we explored each other. I shivered as his hands slid down my sides, pushing the hem of my dress over my hips. I felt him grin at the way I responded to him.

His fingers danced across the outside of my thighs and played with my lace panties. His other hand wound in my hair, pulling my head to the side as he trailed scorching kisses across my jaw and down my neck. My skin tingled where he sucked on my nape, and I groaned as he bit me. My nails scraped against his neck in response.

He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes searching. I dug my fingers into his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, biting into his lower lip. The slow heat turned into a frenzy in response. He pushed me against the wall again, hard, grinding against me as he gripped my panties and pulled. I heard the delicate lace threads snapping, a small bite of pain burning against my thighs before they fell by my feet. I pushed his shirt over his head, clawing his back as each muscular inch was exposed.

He left a trail of bite marks and hickeys down my shoulders after pulling my dress off, then released me from the wall andgrabbed me by the neck, leading me toward the control panel of the cameras. He placed my hands on the panel.

"Don't move." It was an unmistakable command.

I could only nod in response. He slid his fingers up my thighs, teasing me with feather-light touches before pain bloomed across my ass as he smacked me. I yelped, but my back arched of its own volition. He chuckled darkly behind me and delivered a few more slaps to my ass before positioning himself behind me.

I could feel his cock teasing against me, and I pushed back against him impatiently. "Un petit démone si gourmand."

I heard the slight whine of feedback as he slid inside me. I moaned loudly, and my eyes fluttered closed as I adjusted to him. I hadn't known he was pierced until I felt every ribbed bar and ball sliding past my entrance.Oh, fuck.

"Look at the screen." He ordered, fisting my hair in his hand and directing my eyes to the display from Az's room.

Az glared at the camera. I could nearly feel the heat of his gaze through the screen. Leighton rolled his hips, tearing another moan from my lips, and Az's gaze simmered in response. He might not have been able to see us, but he could definitely hear us.

"You see how much he wants you?" Leighton murmured against my ear, his free hand snaking around me to pull me against his chest by my throat. "I bet he'd free his cock and put on a show if you asked. Too bad you can't speak with my hand around your throat." He squeezed lightly as he talked, cutting off the sounds threatening to burst from my lips.

Leighton shifted his hips again, setting a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the control room, punctuated by grunts and moans. My eyes stayed pinned on Az as he continued to stare into the camera. The thrill of knowing he could hear us and the sensation of being watched heightenedmy arousal as Leighton slammed into me. His piercings took the pleasure to another level, the ribs they created on his dick making me dizzy. The pressure on my throat mottled my vision, and the lack of oxygen set my nerve endings ablaze.

"You love knowing he can hear us, don't you,ma petite tentarice. You're so fucking wet right now." Leighton growled loud enough I knew Az could hear. "You're such a good little slut, so needy for us."

I whimpered and mewled in response, my hips pressing back to meet him thrust for thrust. I reached my arm behind me, wrapping it around his neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Leighton nipped my neck in answer to my desperate attempts to draw him nearer, leaving stinging bite marks in his wake that made my legs tremble.

Every frenzied stroke of his cock dragged his piercings along my G-spot. The tell-tale build up of pressure low in my core caused me to moan with wild abandon as Leighton drove me closer to the edge. My body tensed around him, begging for release.