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“There you go.” He laughs. “You like the feeling, me don’t you?”

I’d like it more if it was inside me, I think, but before I can say that, I feel the sharp sting of his palm against my ass. I’m still in my jeans, but it’s hard enough to feel the burn of it.

“You answer me when I ask a question. Understood?”

I nod, swallowing. “Yeah,” I struggle to get out.

“Good.” He releases my arm, and I immediately sink to my knees, my hands fumbling with his waistband. My own dickthrobs painfully in my boxers, but I ignore it, focused entirely on him.

When I free him, my mouth goes dry. Rowan’s dick is thick, long, and already leaking. My gaze flicks up to meet his, and the dark hunger in his eyes sends a thrill through me.

“Don’t just stare,” he murmurs, his tone laced with amusement.

I open my mouth, letting my tongue rest against my bottom lip in invitation. His hand finds my chin, tilting my face up slightly as he guides himself into my mouth.

The stretch is intense, and my throat tightens as he slides deeper. I gag but don’t pull away, determined to take him. Above me, he groans, his head falling back. “Fuck, Lexie. So good,” he mutters, his voice thick with pleasure.

He thrusts forward, his movements rough and unyielding, but I welcome it. My hands grip his thighs as I relax my throat, letting him use me. Each groan, each low murmur of praise fuels me, and I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder.

“Made for me,” he mutters, his fingers threading through my hair. “Look at you, taking me so perfectly. God, you’re so fucking good.”

Precum spills onto my tongue, salty and addictive, and I swallow eagerly. The sound of his strained breathing, the way his abs flex as he fights for control, it’s intoxicating.

I want it all. I want it to belong to me and me alone.

I don’t know what is about Rowan, but I always felt powerful when I was with him. Maybe it was because I knew he was the heir to The Snake and yet he’d still picked me and now that I know he knew who I was all along, being in this position again has me in half delirium.

“I’m close,” he warns, his voice strained. I double my efforts, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock as I swirl my tongue around the tip.

When he comes, it’s with a deep groan, his hips jerking forward as he spills into my mouth. I swallow every drop, savouring the taste of him as he rides out his orgasm.

When I finally pull away, he reaches down to haul me to my feet. His lips crash against mine, the kiss messy and heated. I can taste the salt of him still lingering on my tongue, and it only makes me want him more.

“Upstairs,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Now.”

A shiver races through me, but I nod, already moving. Rowan is all power and control, and tonight, I’m more than willing to let him take everything.

I sit on Rowan’s bed, leaning back on my elbows, and staring at his bare torso. He is not made of stealth power; his is overt, threatening of what he could do to someone with his hands alone. He walks over to a side table, and from this angle, I can see the tattoo on his back. It’s painstakingly detailed, black ink forming a hypnotic beast, a symbol of his power. When he becomes The Head of The Snake, he’ll get another, an honour afforded to the Head alone.

If, I correct myself, but somehow, I know it’s only a matter of time.

“How many people have you let fuck you since the last time?”

My stomach flips at the question. The way he’s looking at me makes me think he already knows the answer to that, and I should be furious at the invasion of my privacy, but I don’t think I have much of a right to be angry at lies.

“Three,” I say and suddenly I feel shy because it’s painfully obvious that it’s only ever been him I’ve wanted. “You?”

He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You sure you want to know?” he asks.

Whore, I think.

He beams. “Thank you. I get it from my father.”

Shit. Did I say that out loud?

“You think you can handle coming three times in one night?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. “One for each person you let touch what’s mine.”

Anticipation ripples through me like a torpedo. I grin. “I’ve always been a hard worker.”