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Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she just stares at me. “What?”

“Now,” I growl, the command leaving no room for argument.

She hesitates, her hands trembling at her sides, but then she slowly sinks to her knees, her gaze locked on mine.

I reach for my belt, the sound of the buckle echoing in the small room.

Her knees hit the carpet, and I smirk, adjusting my mask just enough to let the cool air hit my face. She’s glaring up at me, defiance still burning in those green eyes even though her breath is uneven, her chest rising and falling like she’s run a marathon.

“Fuck you,” she spits like it’s poison. “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think—”

“Quiet,” I growl, cutting her off. I reach down and tangle my hand in her hair, tilting her head back so she has no choice but to look at me. “You knew what you were signing up for the second you walked through that door, sweetheart.”

Her lips press into a tight line, but there’s a flicker of doubt in her expression. Good. I can work with that.

“You think you’re in control here?” I lean down, my voice dropping lower. “Let me clear that up for you… you’re not.”

I let go of her hair, and she falls forward slightly, catching herself with her palms on the floor. Her eyes dart to the door like she’s thinking about bolting.

“Don’t even think about it,” I warn, stepping closer. “You won’t make it two steps before I’ve got you pinned again. You’re better off staying right there, being a good girl.”

She glares at me, and for a second, I think she’s going to spit some smart-ass remark. But instead, she bites her lip, her hands curling into fists.

“You hate this, don’t you?” I murmur, crouching down so I’m eye level with her. “That you’re not the one calling the shots.”

Her lips part, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she shifts on her knees, her gaze flicking between me and the door like she’s trying to calculate her odds of escape.

“Look at me,” I demand, and when her eyes snap to mine, I see that mix of anger and adrenaline.

I reach down, brushing my thumb along her jawline, forcing her to hold my gaze. “You don’t have to like me,” I say, smirking. “You just have to listen.”

Her lips tremble, and I think she’s going to snap at me again. But then she surprises me. She leans forward, her hands coming to rest on my thighs as she inches closer.

“That’s more like it,” I murmur, watching her every move.

She hesitates for a second, and I can see the war playing out in her head. But then she closes her eyes, her lips brushing over my zipper, and I swear every nerve in my body lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree.

“Good little puck bunny,” I say under my breath, my hand slipping into her hair again, tugging just enough to make her gasp.

Her hands move to unbutton my pants, and I can’t stop the low groan that escapes my throat. She doesn’t look up at me this time, her focus entirely on what she’s doing.

“You’re pierced,” running a thumb over my leaking head.

“Less talking, bunny.”

Her lips part around me, her tongue flicking, teasing, testing my patience. My grip tightens in her hair, tugging her closer as I lean back against the wall.

“Yeah, just like that,” I murmur, the words slipping out as her warm mouth works over me.

She’s hesitant, faltering at first, but when she finds her rhythm, it’s like she forgets to hold back. Like she’s giving herself to the moment, even if it’s begrudgingly.

And fuck, it’s everything.

The door flies open so hard it smacks against the wall, and I whip my head around to see Eli standing there. Mask in his hand, hair all over the place like he just sprinted through the damn house.

Sienna freezes mid-motion, lips parted, her hands trembling slightly before she jerks away from me. Her wide, green eyes land on him, and then on me. Her whole body goes stiff.

“You’re not Eli,” she whispers, her voice shaky but laced with anger. She wipes at her mouth like she’s trying to erase the whole scene.