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I squeeze her hips harder, rocking them back and forth. “That depends,” I reply honestly.

“On what?”

“On what their intentions are,” I clarify. “Daniel wanted you, sure. But you shut him down, made it clear you weren’t interested. That’s why he’s still alive. So you had a say, Toy.”

“You took away his education,” she hisses, her green eyes flash with anger. “How’s that fair when I did what you demanded?”

I rock her faster. “He was disagreeable,” I grunt.

The memory of my encounter with Daniel makes me feel angry all over. If he’d just listened and agreed to leave my toy alone, he could have stayed at Georgetown. But he didn’t. He fucking boasted, namedropping his uncle who’s a mayor like that could save him.

I tell Piper that, finishing with, “I meant what I said in my note to you. If it wasn’t for you, I would have ended him on principle alone. But you held up your end. You saved his life, even when I didn’t think he deserved to keep breathing.”

Exhaling deeply, she straightens her back and slaps my hands away from her hips.

“The fact that I’ll commit murder for you is nothing,” I murmur. “But to let someone live when they don’t deserve it, that’s something I’d only ever do for you.”

I keep my eyes on her, watching as she processes the info I just gave her. But instead of breaking down or crumpling, she wears her emotions beautifully. A sly smile forms on her lips as she moves her hips again.

I cup her tits once more, rolling and pinching the nipples. “Come for me,” I snarl, voice guttural. “You’re drenching my cock. I want you gushing so hard it fucking coats me.”

Piper’s nostrils flare as she looks down at me, her eyes almost black with lust. When she increases her pace, I fist her hips harder and thrust up and into her.

“Yes,” she cries. “Oh, God. Yes. Play with my clit.”

I slide a hand between us, rolling her needy nub with my thumb. Her sex contracts around my dick, almost squeezing the cum from my balls as she comes with a loud moan.

“So fucking beautiful when you come on my dick,” I praise. “My perfect fucking toy.”

While the spasms still roll through her, she collapses onto my chest. Her breathing makes the hairs tickle. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her close to me.

This has to be what happiness feels like.

I hold her, not moving a muscle until her breathing evens out. “Mhmm,” she moans, lazily. “That felt so good.”

She sinks her teeth into my skin, and she doesn’t let go until I fist her hair and yank her mouth away with a groan of pride. “You like marking me, Toy,” I groan.

Smirking, she pushes herself back up again. “It’s only fair that I get to play now.”

“Go ahead,” I rasp, my hands finding her thighs. “I’m not going to stop you.”

“Should I be scared of you?” Her question comes out of nowhere, but it’s followed with a deliberate roll of her hips that makes us both gasp.

My hands tighten on her thighs as I catch her eyes in the darkness, letting her feel the truth vibrating off my skin, radiating from where we’re joined. “Only if you ever try to run from me.”

The words should terrify her. Would terrify anyone sane. But Piper—my magnificent, perfect toy—moans, her cunt clenching around me like she was made for my brand of madness. This twisted honesty between us is its own form of foreplay, more intimate than being inside her.

“Is that why you did all this?” Her hand gestures between us, encompassing not just our bodies but everything—the internship, stalking her, and moving in while she was asleep. “To make sure I couldn’t leave?”

I thrust up into her, making her gasp. “I did this because from the moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine.” My voice is rough with exertion and truth. “Leaving was never an option, Toy. Not for either of us.”

Each question she throws at me binds us closer. She’s doing exactly what I hoped she would—digging deeper, demanding more of the darkness, accepting the monster beneath my skin instead of flinching away.

“Do you…” she starts, then breaks off on a moan as I shift, changing the angle. Her nails dig into my chest. “Do you ever get scared that I’ll become like you? That I’ll enjoy this too much?”

The vulnerability in her voice guts me harder than any blade ever could. This is her real fear—not that I’ll hurt her, but that she’ll become what she thinks I am. That she’ll look in the mirrorone day and not recognize the reflection.

“No.” I reach up, wrapping a hand around her throat. “I don’t want to change you, baby. You’re perfect the way you are.”