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“I– uh…”

“Don’t say it back. Not yet.” I cut her off, squeezing her throat with my punishing grip. “I just need you to know… because I’m about to treat you like I don’t. Just so we’re clear.”

Her pupils blow out, the ice in her cool blue eyes flaming with something dark. “Break me like you hate me, Ghost.”

The growl that comes out of me is more animal than man. Un-fucking-hinged when she looks at me like that.

“Ah-ah, Death. I meant what I said. Beg for it.”

“Fuck. You.” The glint in her eyes begs for me to push her—make her. My fingers flex as I stare down at her, defiance burning like a blazing inferno.

Fire and ice.

In a breath, I flip her around, pinning her to the desk with my bloodsoaked hand entangled in the back of her hair. In another breath, I rip her leggings straight down the seam with my free hand, reveling in the shocked gasp that slips out unbidden.

“That wasn’t very nice, Death.” Her bare ass instantly pinks up when my hand connects. Hard. I don’t go easy on her. I can’t. I’m about two-point-five seconds from taking her like a wild beast.

The need to hear her screams is overwhelming. Begging and pleading. Tears stream down her cheeks. Sweat sticks her hair to her face. Completely and utterly useless when I’m done.

I’ve waited so long for this moment. I didn’t exactly picture it here, like this. But I can’t wait another second. When her ass is red and her whimpers have turned to screams and moans, she’s pushing back against me, desperate for friction.

“Does my little Death like the pain?” She moans as I smooth my hand down the fiery handprints before slipping between her slick thighs. Pulling my hand away, I lean over her body, lifting her face by her hair, and show her my glistening fingers. “Open your mouth. Taste how much you fucking like it.”

She obeys without hesitation, sucking them into her hot mouth and swirling her tongue around them like I’ve imagined her doing to my cock so many times. My cock jerks against her ass at the sensation, and my control fractures a tiny bit more as I shove them down her throat, groaning at how the muscles constrict around them.

My fingers release with a ‘pop’ as I let her hair go and she rests her face on the cool metal desk. “Don’t move.”

Stepping away, I grab my bag from the floor and pull out what I need. I meant what I said. The way I’m about to treat her isn’t going to be kind and gentle. That can come later. I’ve waited too fucking long for this.For her.

CHAPTER 37

Rue

The metal feels cool against my face as I try to slow my thundering heart and catch my breath.

Fucking breathe, Rue.

The loss of his heat behind me makes me feel naked, even though I’m mostly still clothed with only my bare ass exposed through my ripped leggings. I should be embarrassed at how wet his punishment made me, but I don’t think I am.

He loves me.

I wanted to say it back. But I lost my nerve, and thankfully, he gave me an out. I’ve loved him for so long, but the betrayal I’ve held onto for the last few years, no matter how displaced it turns out to be, isn’t going to disappear in one conversation and good fuck. I need a minute to process. But I’ll take that later—after the good fuck I know he’s about to give me.

I can feel the charged energy in the air. It’s like a taut rubber band about to snap in two. I can hear rustling around in his bag behind me. I want to turn around and see what he has in store, but I don’t. I wait. Patiently. Sorta.

I push our history and anxiety to the back of my mind and try to focus on the delicious burn he left on my ass after a spanking. I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for relief.

I need this—him.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he says, kicking my feet apart. I gasp at the sudden move and groan. “The only relief you get is what I give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, Death?” The smack to my already blazing ass makes me jolt.

“Yes, sir,” I say breathlessly, half moaning at his overwhelming intensity.

He growls in approval as he lifts me up by my hair, wrapping the locks around his fist until my face and chest are suspended by his painful grip. There’s a clink of metal dragging along the desk, then a click.The leash.He clips it to my collar and steps back, releasing his hold on my hair and pulling the chain instead.

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