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"Get fucked," I hiss, pouring every ounce of venom I possess into the words. "You don't know a goddamn thing about me."

"But I do, Seanna," he counters smoothly, his hand dipping lower, fingers grazing the hem of my shirt. "I know everything about you. Every dirty little secret. Every twisted fantasy. And I'm going to use every single one of them to break you apart and put you back together again."

His hand slips beneath the fabric, gloved fingers dragging across the sensitive skin of my stomach. I suck in a sharp breath, muscles jumping beneath his touch. Hate and hunger tangle together, a sickening knot in my chest.

"Cancel the meeting with Cruz," he orders again, his voice a dark purr even through the modulator. "Be a good girl and do as you're told, and maybe I'll reward you."

His fingers dance teasingly along the waistband of my panties, dipping just barely beneath the fabric to graze the sensitive skin there. I suck in a sharp breath, hating the way my body responds to his touch, the traitorous heat pooling low in my belly.

"Fuck you," I hiss again, but there's less venom in it this time, my voice breathy and strained. "I'm not canceling shit. Cruz is the key to taking down Reyes, and I'm not backing down just because some psycho in a mask tells me to."

He tsks softly, his hand slipping lower to cup me through the thin fabric of my panties. I bite down hard on my lip, refusing to make a sound even as my hips twitch traitorously into his touch.

"So stubborn," he murmurs, fingers pressing harder, rubbing slow circles that make my toes curl. "But we both know you're only fighting because you're scared of how much you want this. How desperately you crave someone who can overpower you, dominate youcompletely."

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out his words, his touch, the dark hunger unfurling inside me. But it's useless.He's right, damn him.Some twisted part of me is thrilled by this, turned on beyond reason at being so utterly helpless beneath him.

"Look at you," he purrs, satisfaction dripping from every word. "Already so needy for me. I bet you're soaking wet right now, aren't you darling? Desperate for me to touch you."

Shame and arousal war within me as he tugs my panties aside, his fingers grazing my slick folds. I can't hold back the choked moan that escapes me at the contact, my hips canting shamelessly into his touch.

"That's it," he praises darkly. "Don't fight it, Seanna. You need this. Need me to take control, to make you submit."

He strokes me slowly, teasing, leather-clad fingers gliding through the wetness he finds. I'm panting now, skin flushed and mind hazy with lust I don't want to feel but can't deny.

"So responsive," he murmurs appreciatively. "So perfect. My perfect little toy."

Toy. The word slices through the fog of arousal, and I grab desperately for the anger simmering beneath. I'm not a fucking toy, a plaything for him to use. The fury reignites, and I renew my struggles, bucking against him wildly.

But he simply rides out my thrashing, continuing his maddeningly slow touches until I collapse back against the sheets, chest heaving.

"Are you done?" he asks mildly, his voice mocking even through the modulator. In response, I simply glare up at him in defiance, my jaw clenched tight.

"Good girl," he praises patronizingly. Then, without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside me, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot. A choked cry escapes my lips as my back arches off the bed, pleasure spiking through me like lightning.

He works me relentlessly, stroking and thrusting, building me higher and higher with ruthless efficiency. It's too much, too intense, and I can feel my orgasm hurtling toward me like a runaway train.

But just as I'm teetering on the knife's edge of release, he withdraws completely, leaving me empty and aching. I make a sound of desperate frustration, hips chasing his touch, pride be damned.

"Ah ah," he tuts, grabbing my jaw roughly and forcing me to meet that blank mask. "You don't get to come until you do what you're told. Cancel the meeting with Cruz. Say you'll do it."

"Fuck...you..." I manage to grind out, even as my body screams for completion.

He makes a sound of mock disappointment. Then, lightning quick, he thrusts his slick fingers deep into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I gag around the intrusion, the taste of my own arousal bitter.

"This bratty mouth is going to get you in trouble," he growls warningly. "Cancel the meeting tomorrow, Seanna. Or youwillregret it."

I glare mutinously up at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction, even as my mind grows hazy with need. He holds me there a moment longer, fingers heavy on my tongue, before suddenly pulling back.

Then, without warning, he sprays something directly up my nose - a mist, sickly sweet. I cough and sputter, trying to turn away, but it's too late. Almost instantly, my head grows heavy, thoughts scattering like frantic birds.

"Wha...what did you..." I slur, tongue thick and useless.

"Shhh," he soothes mockingly, pushing me back against the pillows as my limbs turn to lead. "Just a little something to help you sleep."

Darkness creeps in at the edges of my vision as whatever he drugged me with drags me under. The last thing I feel is the ghost of his touch against my cheek, almost a tender caress, a cruel tease.

And then I'm gone, slipping into a thick, unyielding blackness.