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No answer. I run my finger along one side of my cock, getting cum and blood on my fingertip.

“When I say clean it up.” One soft cheek and then the other have red streaks on them. I coat my fingertip in her blood again, smearing it on her parted lips. “I mean, use your mouth. Your tongue. Or that’s the end of the road for you.”

“You won’t kill me,” she snarls. Naked. Hair wild. Subdued. But not at a disadvantage. “I’ve seen your home. Heard about your business. You take care of the things you own. I get it now.”

She’s not wrong.

Too bad I’m not here to be kind or indulge her. Not tonight.

My hand is in her hair. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

Fuck, she’s such a good girl for opening her mouth. I hate how it draws me deeper into her. Hate how she must see it on my face. She darts her tongue out to lick her lips and tease me.

I’m losing parts of me to her.

“I treat my properties however I damn well please.” I pull on the roots of her hair, yanking her face up. Hurting her for what she does to me. “Now suck your blood off me. And Ophelia?”

Her shallow breaths and obedient gaze are the only responses I get. The only ones I need.

“Try swallowing it before I’ve had a taste, and you’ll be spending the next twenty-four hours in your cell.”

She makes a whimpering sound in the back of her throat. Then I fill her pretty mouth with my cock that’s hardening again. I shove her face into my groin and watch her gag.

“Fuck.” I press her to me. “So good. You should’ve never been this good. Fuck.”

At first, she can’t do anything but fight to breathe. She stares up at me, her eyes watery. Pleading.

“You begged me to take you. Make you mine.” As impossible as it may seem, I force her to take more of me. Thrust my hips into her. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and she coughs for me. Moans for me. “I warned you that you’d regret it.”

Her breathing evens out, but her nails dig harder into my thighs. She’s doing her best, taking me in earnest. Drooling for me. Fighting to survive this without swallowing.

“Was I right?” I’m being cruel, sliding my hand to the back of her head. Massaging her, comforting her while I’m choking her with my dick. “Do you? Regret asking to be mine? Not like your answer will make any difference. I own you. You’ll always be mine. I’m just curious.”

“No.” The world is garbled. “No.” Again. Not regretting it. “Never.” Her tongue moves on me as she speaks.

Fuck.

I cock an eyebrow, pretending this does absolutely nothing to me. “I remember telling you to lick something.”

Somethingbarely leaves my mouth before Ophelia flattens her tongue on my cock. This girl. Fuck it all to hell. She knows.She’s learned what I like. What makes an electric current shoot up my spine and damn near blind me.

“Enough.”

It’s an effort to tear her off me. To glower at her when she’s being better than anything I’ve ever owned. This mansion. My law firm. My legacy. Nothing has or will ever bring me as much pleasure as her.

Nothing will ever be as addictive as her need to please me. To have me.

Me. The real person underneath the titles, the influence, the layers.

She’s stripped me bare, has witnessed the worst of me. She’s desperate to have me still.

Me.

That’s what she gets. I lift her by her hair, bending until we’re at eye level. Her lips are red, swollen, and pinched together. Cheeks slightly puffed.

Then she opens her mouth. Pokes out her blood-stained tongue.

An offering.