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Zayne and I nod and look over the outfits Julius has chosen. Zayne has gloves covering the tattoos on his hands, and I have a balaclava underneath my mask, so my neck tattoos are covered. We all have matching black jeans, black combat boots, and black hoodies. Zayne, ever the romantic, chose the black-and-pink masks to represent Valentine’s Day. Our masks are fitted with a voice distorter and pink LED lights.

The tension lingers between us as we change; we all know this could end badly if she finds out we tricked her. The best we can hope for is she gets to embrace that other side of herself. I agreed because I’m hoping if I finally get to have her, even just once, that this hunger will go away, and I’ll be able to go back to being her best friend without picturing her on her knees with my cock deep in her mouth.

“How far away is she?” Zayne asks.

“Forty minutes out, so let’s go.” We follow Julius out of the room and walk through the deserted hotel. Acquiring this place wasn’t hard. My cousin wants me to take my place in the family company, and this is a peace offering. If everything goes well for us tonight, I might even turn this place into a hotel or somewhere people can meet others with similar tastes. It would be exclusive, and attendees would be extensively vetted, of course, but it would be somewhere safe for them to explore their kinks without the worry of their identities being leaked. Iknow North and I would be able to remodel this place in no time, then the things we could do here would be endless.

We go over the plan thoroughly once more before Zayne and Julius split off, leaving me on the second floor. Julius has wired the whole place with cameras and audio. I have no fucking clue how he got this shit sorted so quickly, but if there’s anyone who could pull off something like this, it’s him.

I grip the metal railing and take a deep breath. I’ve been at war with myself all day, wondering if this is the right decision. When my earpiece eventually crackles, I cringe and clench my jaw.

“She’s here.” Those two words from Zayne set my blood on fire.

“I’m ready. Make sure she knows to use her safe word,” I grit out.

The second she enters the resort, she captures my attention. She looks fucking beautiful, her eyes widening with apprehension and excitement. When her phone beeps, she comes to a stop and pulls it out.

I release the railing and stand tall, waiting for her to notice the hunter poised above her.

Mellie drops her bag and then looks up. Her mouth parts on a silent gasp as she takes me in. Only when her phone beeps again does she tear her gaze from me. I stalk silently down the stairs as she reads the text, and the next time she looks up, I’ve closed half the distance to her.

She shoves her phone into her pocket, then turns on her heel and runs.

I smile behind my mask. This is going to be fucking fun. I slowly pace after her, giving her a head start. I don’t break into a run; instead, I allow her the illusion of being able to outrun me.

“She’s by the pool, hiding behind the bar,” Julius says through our comms.

I knew she wouldn’t get far. It’s dark outside, and she’s too smart to use her phone to light her way. I take my time before entering the pool area, making sure I close the gate behind me. The pool is empty, and the bar where she is hiding is dilapidated.

“You made a grave error, Miss Foster.” My voice sounds robotic and not like me, which I guess is the point.

Movement comes from behind the bar and I fight back my smile; Mellie has always sucked at hide-and-seek. She could never sit still and was always found first.

“Even in an abandoned resort, the pool gate lock still works.”

I’m nearly at the bar when she stands to look at me directly. Her chest rises and falls in quick bursts, and I almost mistake it as fear, but the look in her eyes is something else. Mellie’s gaze darts around, looking for an exit, but her only option is to give up or climb the fence. As I step toward her, she turns to flee, but this time I have every intention of catching her, and I give chase. She reaches the fence and scrambles to climb it, but it’s futile.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I yank her back into me. She screams and struggles uselessly against my firm hold.

“Let me go!”

My protective instincts want to obey, but I fight them. “Use your safe word or I won’t stop,” intones my robotic voice as I carry her toward an old pool lounger.

She keeps struggling in my hold, but remains stubbornly silent, so I drop her on the lounge and step back slightly. Her eyes are filled with equal parts fear and arousal. It is then I realize this is what her look was before.

“Are you tapping out, Miss Foster?” I taunt. One part of me hopes she is, so this can be over, but my selfish side hopes she isn’t ready for this to end just yet.

Her eyes harden. “Never.”

I smile again behind my mask. That’s my girl. I bend and grip the tops of her thighs, forcing them open, and though she gasps,she doesn’t fight against me. As I skirt my hands higher, she tries to push them away. I reach out, gripping tight to her throat, and she stills instantly. Now that she is compliant, I continue to trail my hand up her inner thigh. “This pussy will be mine.”

“Holy shit.” Her breath hitches on her words when I cup her through her pants. Then she forcefully exhales as I push her backward by her throat.

Leaning forward, I ease my fingers inside her pants, loving the way she is already shaking with need. When they brush against the material of her panties, I can’t help my groan. I’ve seen enough of her underwear over the years to know she loves to wear lace. Her breath hitches as I slip underneath the thin material and run a finger through her slick folds, making her cry out as I growl my approval. She’s fucking drenched already and I’ve done nothing but chase her. I circle her clit as I say, “Pull my cock out now and stroke it.”

She opens and closes her mouth, but no words escape. Though when I slip two fingers inside her tight, wet cunt, she arches off the lounger.

“Do as I fucking say.”

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