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I lick her with long, filthy strokes, from her entrance all the way up to her swollen clit, then back down again. I circle her clit with the flat of my tongue, then suck it gently into my mouth, flicking it rapidly. Sadie’s hips jerk hard against my face. I pin her down with my forearm across her lower stomach and eat her like a man starved.

I slide two thick fingers deep inside her tight heat, curling them upward to stroke that spongy spot while my mouth works her clit. I suck harder, licking and slurping noisily, my chin quickly becoming drenched with her arousal. She’s grinding against my tongue now, desperate and needy.

I add a third finger, stretching her open, pumping them in and out in a steady, relentless rhythm while I suckle her clit with obscene wet sounds. Her muffled moans vibrate in the room as her juices coat my fingers and drip down my wrist.

So fucking tight. So wet. This perfect little pussy is mine.

I bury my face deeper, shaking my head side to side, sucking and licking with pure hunger. I fuck her harder with my fingers, curling them perfectly while my tongue flicks rapidly over her clit. Her thighs start trembling violently around my head.

Just as she’s right on the edge, my phone rings on the bed beside us.

I don’t stop for a second.

I keep pumping my fingers deep inside her, sucking hard on her swollen clit as I pull my mask down, and reach over and answer the call.

“Office,” Cain says.

“I’ll be there,” I say.

I hang up and attack her pussy with renewed intensity, licking faster, sucking her clit harder, fucking her with three fingers in a brutal rhythm. Sadie’s back arches sharply off the bed. Her hands fly to the top of my head, gripping tight as her entire body seizes.

She comes hard with a broken, muffled scream. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers like a vice, pulsing and gushing as wave after wave crashes through her. I keep licking and fingering her through every powerful contraction, drinking every drop of her release until she’s shaking uncontrollably, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

When the last tremors finally fade and she collapses limp beneath me, I crawl up her body and crash my mouth against hers in a deep, filthy kiss. I push my tongue past her lips so she can taste herself, sweet, dirty, and completely claimed.

I pull back, breathing hard, and look down at her flushed, pleasure-drunk face.

I pull the mask back to cover my mouth. “Leave the laptop open tonight,” I whisper against her swollen lips. “I want to watch you fall asleep with my tongue still on your mind.”

I get off the bed and stand by the door, when she calls me to stop.

“What’s your name?” she asks, and I smile under the mask.

“You know my name, Sadie.” She smiles and shakes her head. “Good night, baby.”

Before she asks another question, I leave, taking one look at the flowers I’ve left for her.

She’s all mine now, and I’m never letting her go, but I’m going to have some fun now. How long can this game keep up with her? Right now, I can’t think of that, I need to see what the fuck Cain wants at two in the fucking morning.

***

He ruined my night for something the fucker could have done himself. Asshole.

It wasn’t even about the mission. Just a routine software request for Cain. I told him I’d handle it tomorrow and went straight back to my room. This was something he could have easily told me on the phone, but I know why he called me to his place. He wanted to see how I’m doing, without asking me, without asking if I’m sleeping, he wanted to see it.

Now the five screens glow in the dark around me. Five of them across the main rig, the setup I built over the last two years that runs on its own isolated network, its own VPN, completely separate from everything else in the house. Mason and Declan are on the household system. My main laptop runs on a second layer. This rig exists on a third, air-gapped from the others, traceable to nothing with my name on it.

Two of them are dedicated to the case, geographic overlays, financial trails, Romanian audio, and the brutal videos I’ve been dissecting for hours. The images, and sounds of the girls are fucking with my head. The fifth screen belongs only to her.

Sadie lies on her side in the feed, the thin duvet pulled up to her waist, one hand resting open beside her face. She looks so peaceful. So unaware.

She said yes tonight. The memory crashes over me again, vivid and consuming. I can still taste her.

That first slow lick up her soaked slit, was warm, slick, and devastatingly sweet. A soft, delicate sweetness that deepened into something richer, almost honeyed, the closer I got to her entrance. When I pushed my tongue inside her, she flooded my mouth with that warm, tangy nectar that made my head spin. I can still feel it coating my tongue, sliding down my throat every time I swallow. The way her clit throbbed under my lips, plump, and pulsing are going to be in my mind for a long time.

I groan quietly in the dark of my room, shifting in my chair as my cock hardens again at the memory. She tasted so fucking good. She’s addictive, and I know her taste is going to ruin me. When she finally came, she got even sweeter, it was a rush of warm, silky wetness against my tongue and chin while her pussy clenched and fluttered. I drank every drop like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Even now, hours later, I can still taste her on the back of my tongue. Sweet. Filthy. Perfect.

She let me in. She invited the monster into her bed and came so hard on my tongue that she cried. That permission is branded into me now. She opened her legs for her stalker. The real question is whether she’ll eventually open them for Miles too. I want both versions of her. I need both.