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The sound of my name on her tongue feels like being crowned.

Worshipped.

I brush a smear of white from the corner of her mouth and push it between her lips.

“Put your clothes back on,” I command. “And then back up slowly so nobody sees.”

Then, before I can stop myself, I shove her away gently, just enough so that I can regain a shred of control.

“Tonight,” I murmur as I watch her slowly put herself back together. “You’ll get your answers.”

If I leave her here any longer, she’ll never come out of this room. My plans for her prowl in my head, torturing me with everything I want to do to her.

“Don’t make a girl a promise.” She narrows her eyes as she finishes buttoning her blouse. “If you can’t keep it.”

Then she walks away.

Each step is mine. Every sway of her hips, every tilt of her head, a siren song made just for me.

We’re inevitable, her and I.

And when I finally claim her—when I own her, body and soul—every second of this torment will have been worth it.

20

GISELLE

“Did you find them, Detective?”Arata’s keys jangle like my guilt. His voice is jarringly normal compared to Roman’s dark rumble.

It snaps me back to reality: I had been half-naked in an NYPD evidence locker with my stalker. And it ended with him making me lick his cum clean from my fingers.

Not all of it though.

Some of it is smeared across one of the buttons on the shirt I’m desperately tugging back into place. My hands still smell like him. I think they will for a while.

Maybe forever.

I don’t care. I’m high on the fact that I fuckingwon.

Maybe not the war, but at least this single battle. My blood is humming. Endorphins buzz at my temples, and I feel triumphant but fatigued from the ferocity of my orgasm.

Andhe told me his name.

Roman… I run my lips over it, testing and tasting it against my tongue. It’s strong. Determined. Relentless.

It suits him.

“Yeah, took me a while, but I found them.” Even my voice limps, hoarse from choking down moans. The taste of his blood when I bit his palm still lingers.

And the memory of that kiss…

I’m not walking away from this unchanged. I know that now.

But I’m going to return the favor.

Arata looks at me as he appears by the shelves. “Are you alright?”

Am I alright?Thunder rolls between my legs. Roman’s touch is everywhere—slick on my panties, salt on my tongue, copper in my mouth, and an ache in my hand from fitting around his cock.