“Good boy.” His teeth found my shoulder. Bit down hard enough to bruise, hard enough to mark me where the evidence would last for days.
The pain tipped me over. I came with a choked sound, spilling over his hand, over my stomach, pleasure slamming through me with force that made my knees buckle.
Dom held me upright. Kept stroking himself using my release as lubricant, his breathing gone ragged, control finally fracturing.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Cal?—”
He came. Hot and wet against my stomach, mixing with my own release. His whole body shuddering, his hand tightening on my hip hard enough that I'd have fingerprint bruises tomorrow.
We stood there breathing hard. Bodies pressed together. Both of us wrecked and satisfied.
Then Dom stepped back. Became controlled again in seconds, like the orgasm had been just another part of the performance.
“Clean up,” he said. Voice steady despite everything. “Then get dressed. We're not finished yet.”
Someone handed us towels. We wiped ourselves down. I pulled my clothes back on with hands that weren't quite steady, the leather harness settling back into place, my mask still secure.
The scene continued around us. Other people still fucking. Still chasing pleasure.
And I stood there, dressed again, still wearing the evidence of what we'd just done on my skin beneath my clothes, trying to remember why I'd thought this plan was a good idea.
I moved back into the periphery. Back to work. Let hands touch me occasionally as I circulated, responded with enough heat to seem engaged while I executed the real operation.
Keycard cloned from the enforcer's jacket while he was distracted by someone's very enthusiastic performance near the bar.
Second audio bug placed under Harrow's chair when he stood to get a drink.
Phone accessed while the fixer was thoroughly occupied with Luka's particular brand of charm.
Each move executed in seconds. Hidden inside chaos. Invisible unless you knew exactly what to look for.
“All devices acquired,” I reported quietly. “Audio coverage complete. Ready for extraction phase.”
“Copy,” Dmitri said. “Office team confirms they've cracked the first phone. Pulling data now. VIP logs downloaded. We're ninety percent complete.”
The scene reached crescendo. Bodies moving together with orchestrated passion. Sounds filling the space. Dom at the centre of it all like a conductor directing an orchestra of flesh and desire.
Harrow watched with satisfaction. Like this was exactly what he'd paid for. Like he'd gotten everything he wanted.
He had no idea we'd just stolen his entire operation out from under him.
Then Harrow's phone rang. He frowned. Reached for it. Stared at the screen with growing confusion.
The enforcer noticed. Moved toward Harrow. They spoke quietly. Too quiet for me to hear over the scene's noise.
The enforcer's expression changed. Went from neutral to alert to dangerous in three seconds.
“Problem,” Troy's voice through the earpiece. “Enforcer just signalled outside. We've got movement in the corridors. Four men. Armed. This wasn't supposed to be part of his security detail.”
“Abort,” Adrian's voice cut through. “Everyone out. Now.”
The scene fractured. People sensing danger before understanding why. Dom's hand found my arm. Pulled me upright.
“Get dressed. Move fast.”
I grabbed my clothes. Dressed in motions that were automatic. Around us, others were doing the same. The orgy dissolving into organised evacuation.
Harrow stood. His expression had gone cold. “Nobody leaves until I get answers about what's actually happening here.”
