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We fucked like that for hours, and hours, and hours.

I paraded her around my playroom until her legs stopped working and the sun leaked into the hallway just outside the speakeasy.

When I was finished with her, I unclasped her cuffs and held her body in my arms. She was so sweet like this, worn out and tired. I could have taken her all night and all day, could have kept her prisoner down there.

But a sick part of me wanted Blade and Cyrus to see how she’d taken me.

That I’d won.

Tess buried her head into the crook of my neck as I carried her up the stairs and into the bright light of the morning.

I wanted her like this for the rest of my life. Hunting her was one thing, but having her wake up in our loft, knowing that I’d feed her breakfast when she woke up, that made every day worth living.

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TESS

When my eyes flickered open, a part of me still expected to see the red and black Damask wall paper of Nash’s speakeasy.

But instead, I was greeted by the warm glow of the afternoon sun and the brick wall across from my bed.

Reaching across the bed, I felt the empty spot that I could have sworn Nash had slipped into the night before. I remembered the heat of her body pressed into mine, the firm grip of her arm wrapped around my stomach.

My body throbbed with a soreness I’d never felt before.

Behind my eyelids, memories of the night before flashed back to me. Running from Nash, her mask hiding her gray eyes. The way she’d stripped me in her speakeasy.

The bolts of electricity.

The anal plugs.

Her shocking dildo.

Swallowing hard, I wiped the sleep from my eyes as I tried to sit up.

Between my legs, my pussy pulsed.

I would have thought it was all some perverse dream if it wasn't for the ache that came from my center.

Checking my phone, I looked at the date.

Halloween.

And it was already 2pm which meant I had to be in Valemont for Trick-Or-Treating with Lola and Chrissy in a matter of hours.

But before I willed myself to get out of the bed, I opened my bank app and took a look to make sure Cyrus deposited my twenty grand. I’d lost fair and square, but that still meant I was owed another $20k.

My jaw dropped open when I saw the balance.

Cyrus had deposited the full amount. Again.

A whopping $180,000 had been added to my account.

I’d told her not to bother with the pity funds when we’d fought. But I also knew that Cyrus was working on being better. And who was I to turn down the extra funds?

With nearly $300,000 in my bank account, I could actually start taking care of myself.

Did that mean leaving Feverpoint?