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Then, before my eyes, he changes.

The careful control, the patient restraint—it all evaporates.

The predator is unleashed.

He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that's nothing like the others. It's not gentle or hesitant.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming, conquering, and I melt against him, a soft, willing sacrifice.

Chapter Twenty Four

Nico

The moment I felt the shift in her, the surrender, the wave of frustration that crashed over her as her body refused to cooperate with her mind, a primal surge of triumph unlike anything I've ever felt coursed through me.

That’s when I knew it was over. She was done for.

And when the word "Sir" slipped from her lips, so soft, so broken, so perfectly, exquisitely submissive, I knew I had her.

She is mine.

She is broken.

Not in the way she was earlier, in a way that made my chest ache with a protective instinct I hadn't anticipated.

This is different.

This is the beautiful, exquisite fracture of her will as she gives herself over to her most basic, primal needs.

This is the moment of her true submission.

My control, a frayed rope stretched to its breaking point, finally snaps.

The patience, the careful restraint, the goddamn self-sacrifice—it all evaporates, burned away by the white-hot heat of my desire.

I'm no longer a gentleman.

I'm no longer a man trying to prove a point.

I'm a beast who's been caged for too long. A predator who will take what he wants.

And the gates are open. I’m taking my prize.

I kiss her, a deep, bruising kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, a desperate, hungry clash of mouths that’s as much about possession as it is about pleasure.

She kisses me back with equal fervor, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, a silent, desperate plea for more.

I give it to her.

My hips pull back, leaving her empty.

A soft, desperate whimper escapes her lips.

And I want to prolong her agony. Make her beg. But there will be plenty of time for that later.

Now, I need to claim her.

To remind her body who owns it. I shove her knees back for a new angle and line my cock up at her dripping entrance. Then I drive into her in one hard, deep thrust that steals the air from my lungs, a hoarse groan tearing from my throat. She's so fucking tight.