My fingers dug into the cold marble as blissful aftershocks continued to detonate in my blood.
I waited for the vitalsync core to punish me.
For Marcus to see how ragged my pulse was and knock me out like usual.
I braced for it.
I cursed it.
The thought of sleeping through my own rebellion made me want to howl and snarl and...
Nothing happened.
Or if it did, it didn’t affect me.
Straightening warily, I pulled aside my shirt.
A red light flickered.
By all accounts, I should be on the floor writhing in absolute agony.
But I wasn’t...
I narrowed my eyes at the hated piece of metal just waiting for it to trick me. But it just kept flashing, harmless and numb.
How?
Why?
A disbelieving laugh escaped. “That’s it?” I shook my head. “That’sthe trick?”
I’d spent two decades suffering, yet I’d never once felt pleasure. True raw, sexual pleasure.
Until now.
The realisation smacked me hard.
All those nights I’d fought the torment—all those times I’d been forced to my knees in despair. If I’d actually lowered myself to jerking off, would I have had this level of release?
Or was it because of her?
The second I thought about her, my body tightened as I relived every touch, every rock and squeeze and clench.
I’d never felt anything like it.
Never wanted to.
But now, I didn’t think I’d survive without doing it again and again and again.
Fuck, I wanted her—
Whisper scratched at the door, jerking me back into urgency.
If I wanted her, then I had to focus.
I didn’t have time to waste.
I’d committed to seeing this through and everything else would have to wait.
