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I don’t need a second invitation.

I bury my face between her thighs, licking her like I’m starving, like this is the only thing that will make the world make sense.

Her moans are breathy and broken, hands threading into my hair as her hips grind against my mouth.

She’s wild like this. Untamed. Beautiful.

And when she comes, it’s with my name on her lips like a vow.

I don’t let her recover. I grab a condom from the drawer, roll it on with shaking hands, and line up at her entrance.

Her eyes meet mine, wide and hungry.

“Now. Please.”

I thrust in deep, and we both groan, the connection immediate, overwhelming.

The rhythm builds, fast and hard, then slow and deep, until we’re a mess of sweat, whispers, and desperate gasps.

I hold her like she’s mine. Like she’s always been mine.

She comes again, clenching around me with a cry that undoes me completely.

I follow with a shuddering groan, collapsing over her, every part of me unraveling in her arms.

***

The next evening, I show up early for my next shift, ready to lose myself in something simple, pour, mix, serve, repeat.But the moment I step through the back entrance of the club, something’s off.

I feel it before I see it.

One of the corner booths, usually reserved for VIPs, is occupied by a man I don’t recognize. Mid-forties, sharp suit, no drink in hand.

He’s not scrolling his phone. Not chatting anyone up. He’s watching the bar. Watching me.

I clock the tension in Nikolai’s jaw the second he sees the guy.

He steps up beside me, keeping his voice low.

“We’ve got eyes on you.”

My grip tightens on the edge of the bar. “Friend of yours?”

“Not exactly. But I’ve got it handled. Just stay sharp.”

I nod, forcing a casual smile as I start lining up clean glasses like I don’t feel the weight of a loaded stare boring into my spine.

The music thumps. The crowd moves.

But the pulse behind my ribs? It’s steady and grim.

Whatever this is, it’s not over.

Not by a long shot.

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SOPHIE

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