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A s Shadow hands me a glass of whiskey and passes one to Blade, I can feel the excitement building in the room. The warm liquid burns as it goes down my throat, adding to the anticipation of what's to come tomorrow.

"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Shadow asks, his eyes glittering with mischief.

"We ramp it up," Blade responds after taking a long sip. "We took it too easy on her. I want to really scare her."

A thrill runs through me at his words, raising my hackles in excitement. "You want to frighten her?" I challenge, savoring the sharp burn of the whiskey in my throat.

Shadow nods with a devilish grin. "Scare, thrill, whatever you want to call it," he muses, swirling his drink around in his glass. "Fear can be a powerful aphrodisiac, after all."

I make a noncommittal noise, taking another sip of my whiskey as I consider Shadow's words. The memory of Red's flushed face and trembling body under our touch flashes through my mind, making my cock twitch in response.

Blade joins in with a wicked grin of his own. "Exactly. I want to see how far we can push her," he asserts confidently, setting down his empty tumbler on the table.

Sleep refuses to come, my body restless and my mind alive with anticipation. Frustrated, I sit up and glance at the clock—just after 2 a.m. With a groan, I discard my underwear and reach for my mask, slipping it on as I head down the hallway toward Red's room. The house is quiet, the stillness amplifying my arousal with each step. My cock throbs between my legs, begging for release.

At her door, I pause, listening for any sign of movement before silently slipping inside. The room is dark, moonlight casting a faint glow across the floor. I close the door with a soft click and approach her bed, my eyes falling on Red’s sleeping form. She’s lying on her stomach, her slow, steady breathing inviting me closer.

Kneeling at the edge of the mattress, I nudge her legs apart gently, unable to resist the temptation between them. My gaze lingers on her, my desire mounting as I grab a pillow and place it over her head—muffling her sounds and hiding my identity.

I lower myself onto my stomach, pressing my aching cock against the mattress, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My self-control slips as I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her hips toward my mouth, my lips finding her wet heat.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I lose myself in her taste, my tongue lapping eagerly. She stirs beneath me, her body responding to the pleasure even in her sleep. Her soft whimpers drive me wild, pushing me to explore deeper, to take more.

I slip a finger inside her, then another, my thumb circling her clit in a rhythm that matches her growing gasps. She’s soaking wet, dripping onto my fingers as I devour every drop. Her unconscious moans, her body’s eager response, fuels me, pushing me to the edge.

Just as she’s about to come, trembling under my touch, I pull back. Panting, I watch her quiver, savoring her frustration even in sleep. Her sleepy whine only makes me harder.

With a groan, I rise to my knees, positioning myself between her legs. My hands trace her curves, savoring the heat radiating from her skin. Gripping my cock, I drag the tip along her slick wetness, groaning as I coat myself in her arousal, ready to take her.