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SOFIA

I ’m adjusting one of the carnival banners when I notice Ty pull up in his Mustang with a thunderous look on his face. Phoenix is in the passenger’s seat.

I didn’t even know he’d left. “Hey, where did you go?” I ask, approaching him. “You seem on edge.”

Ty’s jaw tightens, and he pulls me aside. “Your father’s latest move. He tipped off the cops about our operation.”

My stomach drops. “What? How?”

“Planted evidence. His men hid thirty-eight bricks of cocaine throughout our storage with the help of Duke, our longest-standing member of the carnival. If we hadn’t found them...” He runs a hand through his hair. “The cops will be here tonight, expecting to bust us.”

“Shit. So you were moving everything before they arrived?”

“Yeah. We’ve cleared it all out now, but it was close. And dealt with the rat. ”

The way he says that makes me shudder. “And the cops won’t find a thing?”

Ty shakes his head. “No chance. We’re all good now. And still have a few hours to spare until the raid.”

I feel sick thinking about how much planning must have gone into this. My own father trying to destroy the man I love. “I’m so sorry, Ty. I never thought he’d?—”

“Hey.” He cups my face. “This isn’t on you. We caught it in time. The cops won’t find anything when they show up.”

“But he’ll try something else. You know he will.”

“Let him try.” Tyson’s eyes harden. “I’ve dealt with worse than Jimmy Moretti. We’ll handle whatever he throws at us.”

I lean into his touch, but I can’t shake the knot of worry in my gut. My father’s resources are vast, and his determination to separate us is absolute.

“It’s fine, baby girl. We’ve got everything under control.” Tyson wraps me in a strong embrace, and I lean into him, soaking in his reassurance. “My guys are on it. We’ll be ready for whatever your father throws our way.”

I nod, but it’s hard to shake the fear that grips me. “We should be double-checking. Making sure we didn’t miss anything.”

His thumbs stroke soothing patterns on my lower back. “We’re certain we got it all. There’s no need to worry.”

Sensing my lingering tension, he takes my hand and leads me toward his trailer. Inside the trailer, Ty shuts the door behind us. Before I can say another word, he pulls me roughly against him, his lips crushing mine in a fierce kiss.

Without breaking our lip-lock, he maneuvers us toward the bed. His hands move roughly over my body, tearing at my silk blouse.

I whimper into his mouth as his teeth nip at my lower lip. Part of me wants to ask him to slow down, but another part hungers for the release only he can give me. The fear and tension of the day melt away under the heat of his touch.

Tyson pushes me onto the bed, his hands already working to free himself from his pants. “Time to take out some of this frustration on that perfect body of yours.”

I sit up, tugging at his shirt. “Wait—I want you to wear the mask again.” My cheeks get hot, and I lower my eyes. “Please?”

He freezes momentarily, and then a slow smile spreads across his face. “Hell, yes.”

In a fluid movement, he shrugs off his shirt and reaches for the mask, settling it over his face. It transforms him into a figure of pure domination.

“Does it turn you on?” His voice is deep and gravelly. “Imagining I’m a stranger, taking what I want from that gorgeous body?”

My breath quickens as a rush of desire hits me. “Yes. Pretend to be an intruder. Force yourself on me, take me against my will.”

“Is that what you want?” His deep voice sends shivers down my spine.

I nod, feeling my heart pounding in my chest .

He tilts his head, considering me for a moment. “Say it.”

“I want you to force yourself on me.” My cheeks grow even warmer, but I hold his intense gaze.

A growl rumbles in his throat, and he steps forward, crowding me on the bed. “Say it again.”

“I want you to force yourself on me,” I repeat.

He wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me closer. Our lips are mere inches apart. “You’ll have to fight me then, baby girl.”

“I will.” My breath comes in short gasps as his lips brush mine, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Good.” His whisper is laced with desire. “But remember, this is make-believe.”

“Yes.”

“Safe word?”

“Purple,” I recall from before.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Not that you’ll need it.”

Before I can respond, he releases me and steps away. I watch as he opens the trailer door and slips out, leaving it ajar.

I sit up, my heart pounding.

What am I doing?

This is crazy. A thrill runs through me at the thought of what will happen.

The trailer door swings open with a creak. I jump, then relax as the masked figure steps in, his eyes locking onto me.

“Hey, beautiful.” He grins, his voice slightly different as he speaks. “Didn’t expect to find such a pretty lady home alone. ”

My breath catches as I notice the change in his demeanor. He’s playing the part perfectly. A surge of dampness pools between my legs as he strides toward the bed.

“Get away from me!” I scramble backward on the bed, my heart hammering. “Leave now, or I’ll scream!”

His eyes darken. “Scream all you want. No one’s coming to save you.”

“Stop!” I yelp as he looms over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand. “What do you want?”

“Oh, I think you know,” he growls.

His grip tightens on my wrists as I struggle against him. “You’re gonna be real fun, aren’t you?”

I try to wriggle out of his grasp, but his hold is relentless. “Let me go!” A rush of adrenaline and desire flood me as his body hovers over mine.

“No chance.” His voice is like velvet, dangerous and smooth. He pulls my wrists above my head with one hand while the other slides down my body roughly. “I’m going to make you scream for me.”

“No—stop!” My protests sound weak even to my own ears. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

In one swift motion, he tears my blouse, exposing my lace bra. His fingers reach for the clasp, and it pops open, setting my breasts free.

“So beautiful,” he growls. “But I think we need to teach you a lesson in manners.”

His hand snakes out to grab a fistful of my hair, wrenching my head back. Pain shoots through my scalp, but it only heightens my desire.

I whimper as he tugs. “Please...” My voice catches, betraying my conflicting emotions.

“Please, what?” His mask grazes my neck, sending tingles down my spine.

“Please, don’t.”

“Oh, I will,” he promises. His hand releases my hair, only to land a stinging slap on my inner thigh. The pain is brief, like a spark of electricity. I cry out, my body arching off the bed.

Without warning, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and rips them off. I lay bare before him, completely vulnerable.

“What a pretty sight.” He rubs himself through his pants, his eyes never leaving my body.

Panic rises in my chest. “What—what are you doing?”

He frees his thick, pierced cock, stroking it slowly as he eyes my nakedness. “I’m going to fuck you whether you like it or not.”

“No—you can’t!” My struggles intensify, but it’s useless. He’s too strong, and I don’t want him to stop. He knows that because unless I say purple, he isn’t stopping.

He chuckles, low and dangerous. “Safeword, remember? That’s the only way I stop.”

The thrill silences me. “I—I don’t want the safe word.”

His eyes glitter with victory. “Good girl.”

With that, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side. I feel vulnerable, entirely at his mercy.

His hands grip my thighs, and he thrusts into me in one fluid motion, his cock stretching me deliciously.

He stares down at me, his eyes hooded with desire. “See? You’re gonna like this after all.”

His words spark defiance within me. “No, I won’t!”

A cruel light flashes in his eyes through the mask’s holes. “Won’t you?”

His hips move, slow and deep, each thrust taking him even further inside me. I want to keep up my resistance, but my body responds to his invasion with hunger.

“You’re a feisty one.” He quickens his pace, his cock plunging ruthlessly into my core. “Let’s see how long you can hold out without shattering on my cock like a dirty slut.”

My moans fill the trailer, mingling with the rhythmic slapping of our bodies. My fingers dig into the bedsheets. “No—please...”

“Please, what?” His thrusts are relentless, driving me to the brink of release.

“Please, don’t stop.” The words escape my lips before I can stop them.

He grunts, his grasp on my thighs tightening. “That’s what I thought.”

His pace increases, pounding into me with force. The friction of our bodies sends sparks of pleasure throughout my nerve endings. I’m overcome by a tidal wave of sensation, my body becoming a slave to his command.

“Come for me.” His demand sends me over the edge. My body convulses around him, waves of pleasure rippling through me.

His thrusts become erratic as my walls clench around him. With a final, powerful thrust, he spills inside me, his grunt of satisfaction filling the room.

Our bodies remain joined as our breathing slows. He reaches up to remove the mask. And I fucking love him even more. The way he played that was goddamn intoxicating, and I can’t wait to do it again.

He strokes my cheek. “Baby, are you okay?”

I nod, unable to speak.

“You’re sure?” His thumb brushes away a stray tear. “I pushed you, but I would’ve stopped if?—”

I silence him with a kiss, my hands clutching his shoulders. “Don’t ever stop,” I whisper against his lips. “It’s what I wanted.”

He pulls me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate embrace. “You’ve got me, baby girl. Whatever you want, all you have to do is ask.”

And I know without a doubt that despite the danger involved, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, in the arms of my master.