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“Take me home,” I choke out, afraid of what I’ll do if I stay. Even knowing he could see me drink isn’t a deterrent.

“Gladly. I ordered a car so we can start our goodbyes. You’ve got time to make your rounds.” He motions to our friends. The only time I would duck out without a word was during my depression and when I was having a hard time working my program. I have to fight the urge to run away or toward the alcohol and say goodbye like a normal person. I’m not normal, and every word out of my mouth sounds fake.

Patrik and Trevor kept the alcohol in the dining room, and I appreciate their effort to support me, but I’m weak tonight and every few seconds, my gaze cuts to the doorway to where I’ll find what I need. Lars drags me out so we don’t miss our ride, but I think he knows. His cloudy eyes peer at me again and again.

Lars leans against the sleek wooden rail in the elevator. “I’m glad you know who you belong to.” He gestures to his name on my back with a smirk, like he can hear my thoughts and is trying to help me forget about the alcohol, but then he glances at the security camera in the corner.

“If you keep looking at me like that, it’s going to create a scandal.” A flush creeps up my spine as I play coy. Only I’m not playing. My primal instinct willingly drops the need for alcohol like a ruined toy and latches on to sex like the brightest, shiniest thing it’s ever seen.

“This will be the longest car ride. That stays on while I fuck you,” he rumbles, deepening my blush. “You like being mine.”

Dammit, I’m twitchy and horny and tempted to hit the stop button so he can fuck me right now. Rid me of the sin I almost made.Bathe me in cum for absolution. Make me whole again, not an addict who can’t control his urges. But we can’t do that. I can’t expect him to fix me like that.

And Finn would never forgive us if the tape got leaked. If we come out, he’ll have our backs, but if we get caught with our pants down, his wrath will end us.

I jump at the ding right before the doors slide open, and Lars guides me out with his hand on the small of my back. I almost land on my ass getting into the car, not used to the extra belly weight, but Lars is there to catch me with a gleam in his eyes.

We’re quiet on the ride back to our place, and I rub my fake stomach.

This is the point in the night where I gossip about all the funny things that happened to make Lars laugh. But my mind is a battleground of shame and desire. Lars’s brows draw together, and his lips compress. He knows something’s wrong, but he’s too polite to ask.

Once we’re in our apartment, Lars seizes the back of my neck and marches me to his bedroom. My dick aches for the same attention as my neck as he undresses me silently.

“I’m gonna run into the bathroom to clean up.” I step back, but he holds my wrist. My pulse races, fearing he’ll confront me about almost relapsing.

“Do not take too long. I want what’s mine.” Blue flames flicker in his eyes, and I swallow hard, pushing all the negative thoughts from my brain.

Chapter 27

Lars

Dylon’s quick in the bathroom. I despise being away from him, feeling off-center when he went to Finn’s office without me. It’s absurd and something I should examine because it’s unhealthy. He must sense my neediness because he’s been jittery all night, and it overwhelms him.

“Come here,käraste.” Our naked lower halves grind together as we kiss. “On the bed, on your hands and knees.” I’m tempted to brand him with my name for real instead of on a shirt as a joke, which is too outlandish to verbalize. “Spread your legs wider.” I nudge them apart to see my pretty hole open for me.

He pushes his ass back as I kneel behind him, running my hands under the shirt.

“I’m ready for you.” His head drops to the sheets, and his balls hang heavy and tight between his legs.

I blow on his hole, waking up his nerve endings, and revel in his clenching muscles. He collapses when my tongue rims him, but I band an arm around his waist and bury my face between his cheeks, inhaling. Imprinting his raw musk and sweet spice on my senses. I cannot get enough of him, wanting to mold myself to him so we’ll never be parted.

I’m self-aware enough to know he is my addiction.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I grunt, nosing his balls to get his scent all over my face.

“I’m your property. Yours to do whatever you want,” he pants, and my cock jumps in response.

“You’re mine,min kärlek.” I call him my love in Swedish. One day I will say it in English.

“I am,” he agrees without the translation.

His muscles are tight with anticipation so I tongue-fuck him. I cannot get deep enough to satisfy my hunger. We find a rhythm, and he pushes back, riding my face, pleading for more.

His flavor embeds itself in my mouth, an insatiable craving.

“I’m gonna come.” Panting, he lowers his hips.

“Not yet.” I tease his hole with my bare cock and press the tip into his welcoming heat.

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