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"Again," he demands, his pace increasing.

"I'm yours, Noah."

He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit as his thrusts become more urgent. The dual sensation is overwhelming and I feel myself teetering on the edge of release.

"Come with me," he orders, his voice ragged. "Now, Evelyn."

My orgasm quakes through me, my inner walls clenching around him as I cry out his name. Noah groans deeply, his hips jerking against me as he finds his own release, filling me with his warmth.

My legs shake violently, threatening to give out beneath me. Noah holds me up, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist as we both struggle to catch our breath.

Even as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me I find myself wanting more. This hunger for him is insatiable, frightening in its intensity.

"Again," I whisper, turning my head to meet his surprised gaze. "I want more."

CHAPTER 19

My phone buzzes like an angry hornet against the nightstand. I grab it before it wakes Evelyn, who's curled against my chest, her breath warm on my skin.

"What?" I growl into the phone, voice low.

"We can't find her." Matteo's voice is tight, urgent.

I sit up immediately, every muscle tensing. "What do you mean you can't find her?"

"Jessica. She's gone, Noah. We went to the address you gave Damiano. Place was empty. Her phone's dead—going straight to voicemail."

"Fuck." The word escapes through clenched teeth as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. "How long has she been missing?"

"Hard to say. Neighbors saw her yesterday morning. Nothing since."

My movement stirs Evelyn. She blinks awake, her hair spilling across the pillow as she watches me with half-lidded eyes. The sight would normally distract me, but not now.

"Keep looking. Check security cameras, traffic cams, everything. I will reach her workplace."

I end the call and stand, grabbing my pants from the floor.

"Noah?" Evelyn's voice is soft with sleep. "What's wrong?"

When I turn to face her, the words stick in my throat. Her eyes widen as she reads my expression and I watch fear bloom across her face like spilled ink.

"It's Jessica, isn't it?" She sits up, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Something's happened to her."

I nod once. "We can't find her."

Terror transforms her features. The soft, willing woman from last night vanishes, replaced by raw panic.

"What do you mean you can't find her?" Her voice rises sharply.

"I gave Damiano her address and phone number. I've seen you go to her place before." I pull on my shirt. "They went there. She's not home and her phone is dead."

Evelyn scrambles out of bed, grabbing clothes frantically. "This is my fault. This is all my fault."

"We don't know that Ivan has her," I say, but the words sound hollow even to me.

"Don't lie to me!" She whirls on me, eyes wild. "We both know exactly who has her."

She's right. Ivan's deadline is still two days away but he's already making his next move. Using Jessica as leverage is exactly his style.

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