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“Good girl. Now put two fingers inside and fuck yourself.”

I don’t care how needy I look. My body is on fire and on its knees begging for relief. One finger becomes two, and I pump them in and out, squirming and panting as my pulse thunders in my ears.

“Enough,” he commands. Ceasing my ministrations, I gaze up at him, shocked to find him already hard again. “Give me your wrists.” Shaking, I extend my arms toward his chest and watch breathlessly as he retrieves his belt from the desk and binds it around my wrists. “With your hands bound, you won’t be able to stop me. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to fuck you like the goddamn monster I am. You wanted the real me; now you have him. I won’t stop until your pussy is dripping with cum, no matter how much you scream.”

“God, please,” I beg, half-delirious.

It’s the final damnation that shatters Johnny’s control. In one swift movement, he tugs my hips forward, positioning my ass at the edge of the chair. I only have time for one sharp gasp before he grips the unforgiving leather and pins my arms above my head. “Mine,” he says with dark reverence.

Johnny assured me he never makes promises he can’t keep.

He was right.

Surging forward, he drives his cock inside me in one punishing thrust. Just like he warned, I let out a tortured scream, begging him to stop. But we both know I don’t mean it. I want the illusion of powerlessness under the guise of full control, a delicate balance he hands me with each slam of his hips.

“Johnny…” I beg, my body becoming a lit fuse ready to ignite.

“You’re mine, Becca. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect. Mine to please. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I rasp, my mouth rounding in a silent scream as he reaches between us and pinches my clit. It’s the final straw. My body erupts, clamping down onto his cock as it convulses.

“Fuck!” Johnny curses, slamming into me one last time before roaring out his release. We both drag in ragged breaths as he slowly pulls out, sending a rush of cum spilling onto the leather chair. Catching the stream on the tip of his finger, he lowers his hand, spreading it around the tight ring of muscle he’s yet to take. “Mine,” he murmurs.

I stiffen, fearing what that means.

“Relax, Becca, not today.” Removing the belt from around my wrists, he places a gentle kiss on my lips. “But know eventually, Iwillclaim every part of you.” Tucking his cock inside his boxers, he buttons and zips his jeans before offering his hand to me like a gentleman.

Like we didn’t just commit the two filthiest acts of my life.

“Time to clock out, Dr. Brennan,” he croons. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

Accepting his hand, I stand and straighten my skirt. “You don’t have to do that,” I say, not bothering to clean my skin before buttoning my blouse.

There’s something different in his eyes now. Something uncaged and raw. “You can never be too careful,cara mia,” he says, and my gut twists at the new nickname. “After all, you know firsthand that anything can happen when your back’s turned.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

JOHNNY

I stareat the open laptop in silence, rage battling with sorrow. I’ve had all the pieces all along; I just failed to put them in the correct order. Maybe if I had, then eight weeks of suspicion could’ve been avoided.

Then again, maybe not.

It took breaking Becca down to her weakest yesterday to draw the final piece out of her. One soaked in so much blood and betrayal, I’m not sure she can ever withstand facing the truth.

For eight weeks, Becca’s torment hung on the wall right above my head.

“Salome is a lesson in desire and consequence. Her well-respected father claimed to desire nothing, but it was a lie.”

“He desired her.”

“He desired her silence. He turned a blind eye, silencing everything that’d reveal his true weakness. He ordered Salome into darkness so he wouldn’t have to face his own truth.”

“But ignorance comes at a cost. Eventually, his secret became exposed, and Salome paid the ultimate price.”