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My teeth scrape against the skin of her neck as I let the four metals balls tease her. I bite down on her shoulder, squeezing my cock with my hand. It's almost painful how badly I want to be inside her, fully inside her. She tightens, desperate for me to go deeper, to lose myself to her. My free hand slides up her face, giving her a false sense of a soft moment between us until I grab her jaw and hiss into her ear.

“If you don’t obey me, if you dare come on my cock, I will make sure no one lets you come for a week. Do you hear me, pet?” She nods, and I release her jaw, putting that hand to better use between her legs. “If you need to stop, tap me three times.”

She squeezes her eyes closed and nods.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do. How depraved and helpless you look with this monstrosity inside you, howneedy your cunt is, how badly your entire body begs for me. Tell me what you want, pet.” Her panties muffle her pleas, and I rip them out so she can answer me.

“I don’t want anything unless it pleases you.”

“Not super convincing. Maybe I should ask louder. Get the security detail over here to show them what a good little slut you can be for me. Do you want an audience? For me to fill your tight ass on stage while everyone watches?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t tempt me, Daniella.” I growl, watching my cock sliding in and out of her. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy when I’m inside you. I’ll make you sing my name, my beautiful siren.”

I slam against her so hard, the boxes we’re leaning against shift, but she can only beg for more, balling her fists into my shirt, threatening to rip it. I bite down on her shoulder again, leaving marks for everyone to see. The guttural snarl that slips out of me as I fill her sounds damn near demonic. I don’t stop, forcing my cum deeper inside her, causing harmonious wet sounds as I take her up the mountain and to the edge. When I can’t spill anymore, I step back and drop to my knees. “Bend over, touch your toes for me.” She shakes, having to lean her hip against the boxes to keep herself from falling over. My tongue slides through her, collecting our combined tastes before I spin her around and kiss her hard.

She sucks on my tongue, eyes open and watching mine struggle to stay open. Her hands play in my hair as I kneel before her beauty, praying to Loki that she’s real and nothing takes her away from me. My light, my star, my siren.

“Good girl.” my dark whisper sends shivers through her.

“I love you, Skylar,” she whispers against my mouth as she clings to me. “We’ll get you through this. All of us.”

“We will, Beetle.” I stand, stroking her cheek. “Now, let’s go give the people what they want. Your siren song that sends themcrashing against the rocks of the stage, begging for a piece of what they can’t have. A piece of what’s mine.” I kiss the top of her head.

“Skylar,” she stops me as I pull away, her voice softer than I’ve ever heard before. The sound scares me, and I worry I’ve taken this too far as I cup her face, holding it to mine. Her fingers wrap around my wrists as our foreheads press together. “You’re ours, we’re yours. Never forget that. No one will ever hurt you again unless they go through us, no one. Hang on, my dark deity, my perfect fallen angel. Please?”

It’s like she can read my soul.

I close my eyes and nod. She recognizes how close I’ve been, and how hard it’s been to hide it these last few days, even if I haven’t told her. My finger has hovered over the call button to my dealer and my sponsor equal amounts, and each time it was my new family who pulled me away, saved me from falling.

“What’s left of my soul and my fractured heart are yours, love. But you’ve clawed me away from the devil, and someday, he’ll need his payment.”

“I dare him to try me. He can’t have you, any of you, because you belong to me.”

“That’s my girl.” I kiss her forehead, relishing the sweet scent of her shampoo in her sweat damp hair. “Oh, and Dani?” She looks up at me, blinking her dark, mesmerizing eyes. “You have my permission to come. On stage.”

CHAPTER 47

SHUT UP AND KISS ME

WINDSER

In all theyears I’ve had this cat, not once has she bolted out the door. Until tonight. It’s like she knew from some weird cat senses that I needed to step outside at that exact moment to see Dani, my rockstar goddess, standing in the hall, keys sticking out of her door. Well, they were, until they fell to the floor making enough noise to scare Baguette and have her bolting down the stairs.

“I’m sorry! I’ll go get her!” Dani yells out, dropping her things.

“It’s fine!” I move toward her, picking up the bags of groceries she’s dropped. “No Skylar to help you tonight?”

“No, they’re at a meeting. Xander’s there for support.” She looks at the stairs like she’s going to cry. “Poor Baggy, I didn’t mean to scare her.”

“Eh, she won’t go far. She knows where the food is.” Sure enough, as soon as I start picking up the remaining bags, the cat pokes her little nose around the corner with a soft meow. She follows us in and I help put everything away, before I find myself standing there awkwardly.

“Hungry?”

“For take-out, no. But I could cook us something.” She sticks her tongue out at me and laughs. “I, uhm, actually I’m here for you. I got these tickets to a pop-up event tonight from my receptionist. She’s using me to keep her from going out and doing stupid things. Impulse control problems.”

“Sounds like my old co-worker, Kennedy.”

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