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“Making you feel good,” I said, moving my hand in her crease and pressing my thumb against her tight little asshole.

She tensed and when I felt her trying to get away, I wrapped my hand around her, letting it settle between her tits, and hauling her up so she was kneeling on the bed with her back pressed tightly against me.

“Dominic,” she said, and I couldn’t tell if it was a protest or a plea.

It didn’t fucking matter.

I slowly finger-fucked her, feeling wetness gathering between her legs and coating my hand.

“Fuck,” I whispered against her ear.

I took the earlobe between my teeth, and she moved toward me, seeking more of my touch.

My hand roamed down from her tits and settled on her clit.

I rubbed my fingers over it in circles, drawing out another orgasm as I continued to finger-fuck her asshole.

It didn’t take long for her to come completely undone in my arms, her screams so loud, it wouldn’t have been surprising if they shook this entire house on its foundation.

Fuck.

Once she finished, she went lax in my arms, falling forward.

I stood there and watched her for a bit, taking in the sight of her arousal covering the skin on her inner thighs, her dark messy hair against the sheets, and the flush on her skin.

“How fucking pretty,” I said.

She turned and looked over at me. “What was that?” she asked, her voice soft.

I grinned. “Gaining your compliance.”

Now she wasn’t thinking about the fucking investigation.

That was the way I needed it. I didn’t need her to get up in all the fucking business that I did.

It took her a moment to comprehend my words, and when she did, she sat up, fire blazing in her eyes.

“What?” she asked quietly.

That should have been my first warning sign.

I opened my mouth to answer her when a pillow hit my face.

I watched her as it fell to the ground, but if she was scared by the dark look in my eyes, she didn’t show it.

“Get. Out.”

I frowned. “Emmy—”

“Get out!” she screamed, throwing another pillow at me. I dodged that one easily enough, but couldn’t when a third one hit my face.

Jesus. Since when did I have so many fucking pillows on the bed?

It took a moment for me to realize half of these weren’t here before I’d had Lucy take her shopping. Did she buy out the whole store?

“Get out, get out, get out! I’ll show you compliance, you piece of shit. Get out!”

I frowned. If there was one thing I recognized, it was a woman in hysterics, and Emmy was it. It wouldn’t be long before she did something drastic like try to hurt me—or, worse, hurt herself in the process.

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