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DECLAN

I ’m mesmerized by her, and I cannot take my eyes off her.

The thought of being in there makes my hands twitch uncontrollably, a cold sweat breaking out on my palms.

If I had the flogger in my hands, the things I would do to her…

Would I have enough self-control to refrain from dragging her out of the room?

Fuck.

The way she licked it at the end was teasing and tantalizing. Her sinful fucking mouth.

Remembering how good it felt when she came apart for me, my body ignites with desire.

I lift my glass, the cold condensation clinging to the outside, and drink deeply, the liquid fire burning a path down my throat, mirroring the inferno within.

Five years I’ve let her consume my thoughts.

The why, the how, the everything.

I want my answers.

But I also want to sit back and watch her suffer.

As her eyes scan the room, my lips twitch into a grin as she winces sitting down.

“Oh, heartbreaker, this is only the beginning of the end for you,” I whisper.

Assess and analyze my enemy. Those are my next steps.

And try to contain myself for when I do finally come face to face with my nightmare.