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I whimper, and the admission burns through me. “Yes.”

This exposure has nothing to do with clothing. He’s peeled open my dirty thoughts and left them there for me to deal with.

“Go to the front door. Back against it. Rub that little pussy for me.”

I do as I’m told, every nerve alight. My back presses to the door as I put my hand down my shorts like someone with no self-control. The dark hallway looms off to the side towards the bedrooms. The fear of getting caught spikes my arousal with adrenaline, enough to make the dirtiest things seem possible.

Rubbing my clit only satisfies part of the ache. I need more. I need to be filled. I need Edwin’s cock.

His voice comes again, closer than it should be.

“Open the door, Zaiya.”

I suck in a breath and jerk away from the door as if it’s electrified, my heart pounding so hard it might give me away.

The phone screen goes dark in my hand. He hung up.

With trembling fingers, I lift the curtain over the door window.

His face hovers inches from mine, eyes hot enough to burn.

I throw the curtain back down, thinking that will make him disappear.

Fear splinters every naughty thought I had.

The promise of discipline hangs between us. A punishment I’m not sure I can take and one he won’t let me refuse.

I rest my cheek against the door and twist the lock. That small sound is his invitation.

The door pushes inward, forcing me to step aside.

He fills the frame, his head nearly touching the top. In the light coming from the street, I can make out the sharp pull of his grin, the shine of his canines.

Then he’s on me.

He turns me to face the hallway, one hand over my mouth, the other shoving down the back of my shorts. My eyes go wide when he grabs a handful of my ass.

He reaches all the way down to cup my pussy from the back, his long fingers spreading me, making a mess of my built-up arousal.

Then his slick fingers drag farther back.

My entire body freezes. I’m suddenly aware of every inch of myself, including where I’ve never been touched before.

I shake my head in his hand, squirming to get out of his grasp. It’s too dirty. It’s so wrong.

“Every part of you belongs to me,” he whispers into my ear. “Even this.”

The tip of his finger pushes inside my ass and a shriek bursts uselessly into his palm. I squirm harder, but his presence is overwhelming, leaving no room for escape.

That finger wiggles in me and I squeeze my eyes shut, utterly humiliated, unable to stop whining into his hand.

“You have an undeniable hold on me, Zaiya. When I want your body, I will have it.” He pulls my head to the side, exposing my neck to his mouth. His kiss finds the perfect place, drawing a chill through the heat burning beneath my skin. “And if you’re in danger, you come to me.”

He pushes another finger in, stretching my hole to make it hurt. A sharp pain zips up my spine, and I whimper into his hand, twisting harder, hating how wet I get when he won’t let me go.

A door opens at the end of the hall.

No, no, no.