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I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her movements as I fuck her throat. Tears stream down her face, but her eyes remain locked on mine—defiant even now. That look drives me wild.
The sight of her like this—on her knees, taking all of me into her pretty little mouth, struggling to breathe—pushes me over the edge faster than I anticipated. I hold her head firmly against me as I come down her throat, forcing her to swallow everything.
As I pull back, I notice her thighs trembling, her breathing erratic in a familiar way. She’s coming. From nothing but my cock in her throat.
“Did you just—” I stare down at her in disbelief. “You came from choking on my cock?”
She drops her gaze, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
“You fucking naughty girl.” I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I didn’t tell you that you could come.”
The sight of her swallowing my release, tears streaking her face as her body trembles with her own climax, stirs a dark hunger inside me.
“Open your mouth again,” I command.
She hesitates for a second before complying, her lips parting as she looks up at me through wet lashes. I gather saliva in my mouth, then lean over her and spit it between her lips. It lands on her tongue, mixing with the remnants of my release.
“Swallow it,” I order. “All of it. My cum and my spit.”
Her throat works as she obeys, swallowing everything I’ve given her. Not a trace of disgust crosses her features—only complete, exquisite surrender.
A strange tightening constricts at my chest, and I don’t want to examine it or what this woman is doing to me. Sadie takes everything I throw at her. Everything dark and twisted inside me, she absorbs it, reflects it back, and still asks for more.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I confess. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
I grab the back of her neck and crash my mouth against hers, kissing her with bruising force. I taste my cum on her tongue andgroan. My teeth catch her lower lip, biting hard enough to make her whimper but not hard enough to draw blood.
Her hands come up to grip my shoulders, neither pushing me away nor pulling me closer—just holding on as though I’m the only solid thing in her world. And I want to be just that. I want to become her entire world, the way she is becoming mine.
34
SADIE
I’ve been living in Landon’s penthouse for over two weeks, existing in a strange limbo of tension and intimacy. There’s a pattern to our days—I work from his home office, he comes and goes for meetings, and every night he claims my body in ways that leave me beyond satisfied.
Today feels different. Landon enters the office where I’m coding, but instead of his usual relaxed stance, he seems... tense. Distracted. He paces behind me for several minutes before clearing his throat.
“I need your help.”
I spin my chair around, surprised by the request. “My help?”
His jaw tightens. “The Orlov situation has escalated.”
I know about the Russian—Ilya Orlov—from fragments of conversation I’ve overheard between Landon and his brothers. After Knox’s prey, Bianca, was kidnapped by Orlov’s men, the Blackwoods declared war.
“He’s attacking our systems,” Landon continues, his voice flat. “Our security team is good, but they can’t keep up. We’re losing ground.”
This is the first time he’s approached me as anything other thanmaking me his. I cross my arms, enjoying his discomfort.
“So you need a hacker.”
“I need the best hacker,” he corrects. “That’s you.”
A different kind of tension rises between us, one where power isn’t entirely in his hands.
“Can you keep his attacks at bay?” Landon asks.
I consider the opportunity carefully. When I overheard he was making problems for the Blackwoods, I looked into him. Carefully. Keeping my trail concealed from anyone ever being able to track it back to Landon, but more importantly, to me. There’s no way to know exactly how this thing with Landon will end. And I need to cover my own ass since he may not cover it after the year is up. Bitchy? Yes. Stupid? Hell no. This could be a way to reclaim some agency, to be valued for my skills rather than just my body.
