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Felix captured my breasts in the shot. I stare at my biggest insecurity, noting my huge breasts, the asymmetrical nipples, but I don’t feel ashamed. The most powerful man in the city is seeing me naked, and he looks at me like I’m perfect.

“Take a look at your nipples, sweetheart.” My breasts contort under his two fingers. He grabs the tissue, circling my areola. “So hard and sensitive.” One light flick has me shuddering profusely. “Always ready to be fucked.” Felix repositions me, holding me up against the wall, like I’m sitting in an imaginary seat. “No matter how many times I put my cock in you, I never get bored.” He pins me a glare and slides right in.

I gasp, a moan rippling out.

“Would you like the entire cabin to hear you, sweetheart?”

I shake my head.

“Me neither, so keep that sweet mouth shut, or I might have to intervene.”

Felix begins moving, thrusting into my pussy.

Fire builds in the pit of my stomach, the flames growing in size with every thrust. They shoot up my spine, creating an overwhelming tingling sensation that I just have to be vocal about.

I cry, but the sound reaches an abrupt stop as Felix inserts some fingers into my mouth.

“Suck,” he commands. “Not another peep.”

I focus on extending my hip flexors, keeping my legs wide to take more of him. I’m close to reading the end, the fire capping out. White-hot flames erupt, feeding me pleasure.

I meet Felix’s erratic thrusts, my back slamming into the wall. I might develop a bruise there, and his huge cock might cause some gynecological issues later down the line, but fuck it. I feel too high to care about the consequences. Someone could walk in here and photograph us and I wouldn’t mind.

I come around his cock, stars bursting behind my eyes. I forget I’m flying thirty-thousand feet in the air, or that I’m doing something that could get me in a lot of trouble. I focus on the euphoric waves, feeling like I’m floating.

Felix spills his pleasure deep inside, withdrawing from me with a groan.

“Fuck,” he sighs, running the faucet, cleaning himself up a little. “You’ll be the end of me.”

“Perhaps we’ll end each other.”

Felix looks at me for a moment, his jaw quaking, like he disagrees.

Like he’ll still somehow find a way to ruin me first.

And I’ll let him, because I’d rather feel broken than be alone.

17

FELIX

New York City has been looking forward to our return.

Camera crews greet us in arrivals. I keep my head low, my hand laced with Saskia’s. We head straight out of the airport and jump in the private car waiting outside.

“It sounds like Vesper has gone mute,” says Saskia, her brow lined with concern.

“People are calling him a liar.”

“Or they’re making excuses for him. The lighting in the club was dim. How was he supposed to know?”

“Either way, the future is looking very dark indeed for Mr. Sunshine and Rainbows.”

Saskia keeps watching me as the car heads onto the highway. She looks fresh-faced, like she slept well after our mile high moment in the restrooms. “Why are you doing this for me?”

A question I can’t seem to answer myself.

I shrug, giving Saskia the truth, plain and simple. “I’m not sure. It just feels right.”