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SOFIA

I jolt awake, my heart racing. Tyson's deep voice echoes in my ears, but that's impossible. Dad's locked me in my childhood bedroom like some fairytale princess. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering dream.

A faint blue glow catches my attention. My old iMac sits on the desk, its screen illuminating the darkness. My breath catches when I see Tyson's face filling the screen.

"Baby girl," his voice comes through clear as day.

I leap out of bed, not caring that I only wear a black lace bra and matching panties. The wooden floor is cold under my bare feet as I rush to the desk.

"Tyson? How did you?—"

"Phoenix hacked your old computer. Are you okay? Has your father hurt you?"

His concern warms my chest. I lean closer to the screen, drinking in the sight of him. Even through the pixelated video, his presence makes my skin tingle with awareness .

"I'm fine. Just locked up until I 'come to my senses' about marrying Paulie." I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly aware of how naked I am. "Dad's men are everywhere. There's no way out."

My heart skips a beat. "What do you mean?"

"Let's just say Paulie won't be body-shaming anyone else ever again, baby girl. He's not breathing anymore." Tyson's voice carries a dangerous edge that should terrify me.

But it doesn't.

A shiver runs through me—not of fear, but of something darker, more primal. Heat pools in my belly as I process his words. The man who made me feel worthless, who constantly criticized my curves and told me I needed to lose weight... he's gone.

I should be horrified. Instead, my skin flushes with arousal. My nipples tighten against the lace of my bra.

"You killed him?" The words come out breathy, almost like a moan.

"He threatened what's mine." Tyson's eyes darken through the screen. "Nobody gets to make you feel less than perfect, Chloe. Nobody gets to hurt what belongs to me."

My thighs clench together at his possessive tone. This dangerous man eliminated someone who hurt me and made me doubt myself. The thought should repulse me, but instead, it makes me want to climb through the screen and straddle him.

"You're not scared, are you?" His voice drops lower, knowing exactly what effect he has on me.

"No," I whisper, trailing my fingers down my stomach. " I should be, but... God help me, Tyson, it's turning me on."

I watch Tyson's expression change through the screen, his eyes darkening with desire. My fingers hover at the waistband of my panties, teasing.

"Fuck, baby girl. Nothing would make me harder than watching you touch yourself right now." His groan sends shivers down my spine. "But we can't risk your dad walking in and taking away our only way to talk."

I shake my head, leaning closer to the screen. "I haven't seen him in over two days, not since I told him about us. The maids bring my meals and leave them outside the door. He won't even look at me."

My heart aches at the admission. Dad's always been controlling, but this silent treatment cuts deeper than any of his threats or angry outbursts. The last time I saw him, his face had turned purple with rage when I confessed my feelings for Tyson.

"His goons patrol outside my bedroom window, ensuring I stay put."

"Then give me a fucking show, Chloe. Show me what you do when you're alone and thinking of me." His voice deepens, taking on that commanding tone that makes my knees weak.

My breath quickens. I know what he's asking. I shift on the chair, biting my lip as I reposition myself so the camera has a perfect view of my bare core. My skin feels hot, the ache between my legs growing with each passing second.

"Are you ready for your show, Ty?" I ask, my voice husky .

"Always, baby girl."

I watch his broad shoulders shift as he adjusts in the chair, his movements deliberate and full of promise. He wheels his chair back, stopping only when I have a clear view of his cock—the one I've fantasized about since our first time. I bite my lip, my eyes widening at his thickness and the magic cross piercing.

"Touch yourself, Ty."

He wraps his hand around his length, giving a slow stroke as he moans,

I can't help but reach down, my fingers sliding between my folds as I mimic his movements. The sensation sends sparks through me, igniting the fire that's been burning since the moment I saw him.

"Ah, fuck, Chloe. Feels so good, baby. Stroke your pretty cunt for me." His demand rips a moan from my throat, and I do as he says, the muscles in my stomach tightening with each touch.

"Good girl," he rasps. "Keep going. Faster now, baby girl."

His words push me further, and I comply, my breath coming in short gasps as my fingers work faster. I lean back, throwing my head to the side, exposing my neck as my hips rock instinctively to meet my rhythm.

"That's it, Chloe. Let go for me. I want you to come, baby girl."

His husky words and the sight of his hard, straining cock push me over the edge. My head falls back, my hand moving frantically as I call out his name.

My eyes fly open as I climax, my body tightening with waves of pleasure. Through the screen, I see Tyson's hand moving faster, his face twisted in ecstasy as he chases his own release.

"Come with me, Ty," I whisper, my body still trembling.

With a final groan, he spills himself over his bare stomach, his face a mask of pleasure.

"Fuck, baby girl. That was fucking beautiful." His breath comes in heavy gasps, his eyes never leaving the screen or me.

I smile, feeling a rush of power at seeing this powerful man undone by me. "That's what you do to me, Ty."

For a moment, we stay connected through the screen, our chests heaving as we revel in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead, still catching my breath from our intense video call. Tyson's eyes burn with determination through the screen.

"Now, let's talk about how I'm getting you the fuck out of there so I can bury my cock in you for real, where it belongs."

I shake my head, reality crashing back down. "It's impossible, Ty. Dad's men are everywhere. The house is like a fortress – armed guards at every exit and cameras on every corner. I can't even open my window without someone spotting me."

"Nothing is impossible," Tyson growls, his jaw clenching. "I'll tear the fucking city to the ground if that's what it takes to get you back in my arms."

My heart skips at his words. The intensity in his eyes tells me he means every word, which should terrify me. Instead, it fills me with a warmth I've never known to be worth fighting for.

I glance at my bedroom door, thinking of the guards posted outside. Of my father's iron grip on this city. Of all the walls and obstacles between Tyson and me.

But when I look back at his face on my screen, I see something that makes all those barriers seem paper-thin: pure, unstoppable determination.