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He pressed a code into the elevator at the far end of the hall. It wasn’t one I’d ever used because I thought it was only for the penthouse unit at the top of the building. It hummed to life, and when it opened, he pulled me in with him.

I could barely hold myself upright and I counted myself a little bit lucky that he was strong enough for us both.

The ride was smooth and fast, taking us up higher than I’ve ever been in the building, past anything I thought was accessible to the public.

The elevator doors slid open to a private rooftop.

There was a sleek, matte-black helicopter, already powered, blades whirring in slow, dangerous rotations—waiting.

Waiting forhim.

And now… forme.

My mouth fell open.

He was going to take me somewhere.

He gripped my jaw gently, forcing my gaze up to meet his.

“You want to play in my world?” he murmured. “Then you’ll learn what it means to be a part of it.”

I should have said no.

I should have resisted.

I should have screamed.

I should have fought him.

I should have run back to my apartment.

I did none of that.

Instead, I stepped into that helicopter, sore and flushed and dripping shame down my thighs—because I didn’t know what he would do to me next.

But a part of me wanted to…

CHAPTER 15

Nikolai

She was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen.

I could still picture her bent over the kitchen island—skin flushed and gleaming, thighs still trembling, lips parted like she was trying to remember how to breathe. Her ass, bright red, every inch of it marked by my hand. Beautifully punished and well deserved.

And nestled between those thighs, the pretty, blue-jeweled plug I’d slid inside her glinting under the low light. A silent, perfect reminder of who she belonged to.

Me.

Sitting next to me in the helicopter, her breathing was soft and uneven, like her body hadn’t caught up to the fact that it was over. That I’d pulled back. That I was letting her rest, at least for now.

My hand drifted toward her thigh, needing to touch her. She had come apart for me. Completely. Utterly. No restraint, no shame. And the sounds—Christ, the sounds—those gasps that turned into moans into broken, breathless cries as her body shattered and rebuilt itself in my hands.

I’d never forget that.

I’d chase those sounds for the rest of my life.

Even though I had known Sloane Kingsley would be beautiful in surrender, I hadn’t expected her to ruin me for anything less than that.

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