Page 83 of Money Reigns

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Until the last tremor fades.

Then, slowly, his fingers leave me.

My head falls forward, forehead resting against his chest, skin flushed and aching.

He brushes his lips against my temple, one hand cupping the back of my head.

“You’re mine now, Olivia,” he whispers against my skin.

“That kiss wasn’t a mistake. That was a fucking promise.”

I pull back to look at him, my lips part, a breathless sound catching in my throat.

“War—”

Before I can finish, his slick fingers slide up, pressing against my lips.

Then past them.

Slow and deliberate, his fingers brush against my tongue.

I don’t pull away. I don’t want to.

“Suck.”

A single word.

Dark velvet. Commanding.

I do.

I close my lips around his fingers, tasting myself on his skin, warm and dizzy and too far gone to pretend anymore.

His icy eyes lock on mine.

“Good girl.”

The praise is low, rough, and it sinks straight between my legs.

Then softly, almost gently:

“Tell me to stop.”

I freeze.

Everything in me screams that I should.

That this is wrong. Dangerous. Inappropriate.

That I work for him. That he’s my boss. That this isn’t how things are supposed to go.

But I shake my head.

Small. Subtle. Barely there.

Because I don’t want him to stop.

I want more.

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