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This moment is too good to interrupt. Watching her like this, watching her submit to the desire she’s feeling, is almost as intoxicating as touching her.

“Yes,” she moans loudly. “God, yes.”

She arches her back, falling deeper into ecstasy. My need to come is almost unbearable. So, I punch myself in the dick. It helps somewhat.

“Ghost.”

My whole body locks up as the sound of my name pours from her lips, raw and unrestrained. It’s like gasoline on an already raging fire, and I have to grip the edges of the closet door to stop myself from bursting out and finishing what she’s started.

Geneva doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me. How every low moan has me teetering on the edge of control. My breathing isragged, my fists aching from how tightly I’m clenching the doorframe. I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood, anything to anchor myself. To stop me from losing my fucking mind and becoming an absolute savage.

Geneva collapses against the bed, her chest heaving as the aftermath washes over her. She looks wrecked, and it’s beautiful. Her hair splayed out on the pillow, skin flushed, and her legs still trembling. But it’s her face that does me in. The soft, dreamy expression, the smile tugging at her lips.

It’s too much to handle.

But then her expression morphs into something angry, her lips twisting with bitterness. For a split second I forget about how painfully hard my dick is, while trying to figure out what caused the sudden change.

“Fuck you, Ghost, for making me want you,” she says.

I blink.Does she know I’m here? Impossible.

“Fuck you for making me feel this way,” she says. “For making me question everything I’ve ever known about myself, about control, about boundaries. And most of all, fuck you for leaving me to deal with this… thisobsessionwith you.”

Degradation kink unlocked.

Her insults, sharp as they are, can’t smother the satisfaction curling in my chest. She’s thinking about me. Obsessing over me. And no matter how much she fights it, she wants me.

I just want her more.

Her anger fuels something dark and primal in me. She’s raging against me, yes, but it’s because she hates what she’s feeling. The connection, the pull, the fucking obsession she just admitted out loud.

I sag against the closet wall, tension rolling through me like a bolt of lightning. Her frustration is intoxicating, her vulnerability even more so. It’s a potent combination that leaves me balanced on the edge of control.

She’s not just angry at me; she’s angry at herself for wanting me. For needing me. And I won’t let my girl go unsatisfied.

That’s just rude.

CHAPTER 38

GENEVA

Present

“Hello, Doc.”

I gasp, clutching the blanket to my chest, and find Ghost exiting my closet to stand at the foot of my bed, his form silhouetted by the moonlight streaming through the window.

“How the hell did you get in here?” I snap.

My overly defensive tone reveals the fear and disbelief colliding inside me. Ghost isn’t supposed to be here. Not in the room where I sleep. Not standing next to the bed where I indulge in my darkest fantasies of him.

He smirks, the expression both infuriating and enticing. “Does it really matter?”

“You’re right,” I say, forcing a confidence I don’t feel. “It doesn’t. Get the fuck out before I call the police.”

He takes a step forward, his movements smooth, graceful, and predatory. I shrink back instinctively. I’m not scared of him, but of what he could do to me emotionally.

Ghost doesn’t stop walking until he’s next to my side of the bed, towering over me, his hair draped over his brow. “Tsk. Tsk. Now, is that any way to talk to a friend?”