Page 31 of The Sentinel

That was what I wanted.

To watch him snap.

I sank to my knees in front of him, sliding the zipper down with a sharp, deliberate motion. His curse was low and rough as his head tipped back for just a second, the tendons in his throat tightening.

God, I loved this.

The power.

The way I could make a man like him come undone.

He was used to dominance. Used to taking.

But I was going to make him give.

I pulled him free, my breath catching slightly, becausefuck, of course, he was perfect. Heavy and thick, his cock jumped in my palm, velvet-smooth and hot against my skin.

I glanced up.

Marcus was staring down at me, his pupils blown, his chest rising and falling like he was trying to hold on to the last shred of control he had left.

Too bad for him.

I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking once, slow and firm. “Relax,” I murmured. “I’m just getting started.”

His hiss was sharp, his hips jerking slightly.

I smirked.

Then I leaned in, flicking my tongue over the tip.

“Jesus,” Marcus rasped, his hands shooting out, gripping my hair, not pulling, just holding. Like he needed something to hold onto.

I took him deeper, sucking him in, hollowing my cheeks as I set a slow, devastating rhythm. He was breathing ragged now, his muscles straining under my touch, the sharp, desperate sounds escaping his throat filling the tunnel.

This was power.

This was control.

I worked him harder, my hands tightening on his thighs, taking him deeper, until he groaned my name, his grip tightening in my hair.

“Claire—”

I hummed around him, and that was it.

His whole body went tight, his hips snapping forward as he came, hard and fast, a curse tearing from his lips.

I swallowed every drop.

Then I pulled back, wiping the corner of my mouth, meeting his stunned gaze as I rose to my feet.

His jaw was slack, his breathing rough, like he had just come out of a war zone.

I leaned in, brushing my lips over his ear, my voice a whisper of wicked satisfaction.

“Now who’s in control?”

Then I turned, smoothing my dress like I hadn’t just ruined Marcus Dane in a secret tunnel under Dominion Hall.

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