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My breath hitched.

“You want that?” he asked. “You want me to take it all?”

I looked up at him, and something inside me folded like fresh laundry. Becauseyes. Yes, I wanted that. I nodded. His eyes darkened, and his thumb dragged slowly along my jaw.

“Use your words, Love.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

Something shifted. No,snapped. Whatever restraint Az had been clinging to unraveled between one heartbeat and the next. His gaze hardened, jaw locking into place, and when hestepped back and looked down at me it wasn’t with concern or gentleness. It was withownership.

“Stand up,” he ordered. I did immediately. His hands were on me in the next second, not rushing, but with a surety that left no room for hesitation. He stripped the hoodie and tank top from my body, dragging the fabric up and over my head, baring me to him inch by inch. My shorts followed. Then my panties. His touch wasn’t rough, but it was decisive, like every inch of skin he exposed belonged to him, and he was reclaiming it. When I reached for the hem of his shirt without thinking, his hand closed around my wrist.

“I didn’t say you could touch.” I froze, breath caught halfway out of my lungs. He leaned in, voice like heat against my throat. “You don’t get to lead here. Youfollow.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, the words spilling out without thought. He released me and stepped back, eyes raking over every part of me, a slight tilt to his head like he was committing the view to memory.

“Now, take off my clothes. Slowly.” My fingers shook as I reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing the taut, decorated muscle underneath. His body was tension and control, fire coiled under skin, but he didn’t move a single inch. He just watched me like he was silently directing every move. And perhaps he was.

I undid the waistband of his joggers and eased them down, along with his briefs. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. But I didn’t let my eyes linger. Not until he gave me permission. When I’d finished, he took a step closer, his voice low and commanding.

“On your knees.” The rug was rough on my skin as I dropped. “Look at me.” I lifted my gaze slowly, my heart thundering. “Open your mouth.”

I parted my lips slightly, breath catching in my throat. Az gripped my chin, tilting my face higher, forcing my eyes to meet his fully.

“Wider.” My jaw stretched under the weight of the order, lips parting further. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at me. His chest rose with a deep inhale, slow and steady like he was trying to memorize everything about the sight before him.

“You have no idea,” Az said, voice rough with want, “how fucking beautiful you are like this.” Heat bloomed low in my belly. “This,” he said, stepping forward and brushing his fingers down my cheek, “is how I want to see you after every bad day. After every fight. Every time the world tries to take a piece of you.” He slid his thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. “You areours. And I’ll remind you as many times as it takes.”

He slid his thumb deeper, pressing down until I whimpered, until my eyes fluttered closed from the pressure of his dominance, hisclaim. Then he withdrew it.

“Show me,” he said, his voice like honey on steel. “Start slow.” I didn’t hesitate. My hands curled around the backs of his thighs, and I leaned in, my lips parting wider to take the tip of his cock into my mouth. He was already hot, already leaking, and the salty tang of him coated my tongue as I sucked gently, teasing him just a little. A low groan vibrated from deep in his chest.

“That’s it,” he murmured, hand sliding through my hair. “Just like that.” I sank down farther, letting him fill my mouth inch by inch, the stretch of him making my jaw ache in the best way. He didn’t push. Not yet. He let me set the pace, and I took my time lapping at the base, swallowing him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked.

Ilovedthis. Loved the sounds he made, the way his fingers tightened in my hair, the soft curse under his breath when I pulled back to swirl my tongue around the tip.

“God, baby,” Az hissed. “You’re such a good little cock whore.” I moaned in response, the vibration making his cock twitch. His tone dropped, dangerous now. “No thinking. No worrying. Just this.” His grip in my hair shifted, tightening. “Relax your throat,” he ordered. “Take me deeper.”

I breathed in through my nose, easing farther down until the head of his cock nudged the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t, not when he groaned like that. Not when his hand flexed in my hair and his abs tensed like he was barely holding himself together.

“That’s it,” he growled. “You feel that? That’s mine. That tight throat, those pretty lips. You were made for this.” Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes as I pushed further, letting him use my mouth, giving over completely. It was overwhelming in the most perfect way. I felt powerful and small all at once. But as I felt his thighs tense, his breath hitch, his grip in my hair so hard it was painful, I knew he was close. I wanted to taste it. To takeeverything. To please him so deeply, he forgot every damn thing that had ever hurt.

“Victoria.” His voice was sharp. Warning. “Stop.” I tried to hold him in, just a few more seconds—

His hand wrenched my head back with a brutal yank, my mouth slipping off his cock with a wet pop as I gasped, coughing around the sudden loss.

“What the fuck did I just say?” His voice was a snarl now, eyes burning as he gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

“I-I’m sorry, Sir—” His fingers tightened.

“When I speak, you listen. Your desire doesn’t tell you what to do, Love.I do.” Shame and desire warred inside me, burning through my veins in equal measure.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, lips swollen, throat raw, tears streaking my cheeks. His gaze dragged over me, drinking in the wreck he’d made.

“Good girl,” he murmured darkly. “Now get on the bed. On your back. Legs open. I’m not done teaching you how to listen.”

I scrambled onto the bed, heart racing, limbs shaking. The sheets were cool beneath my back as I spread my legs for him, my body aching to be filled, to be used. Az didn’t rush. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tore it open, and rolled it on with smooth, practiced ease. His eyes never once left me.