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“No peeking, little lamb,” he growled against me, his voice sinfully low and rough and not run through anything.

“You sound hot,” I half groaned, half moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth. And I forgot how to think.

The heat made everything ten times sharper. My thighs quaked. My belly clenched. And his unforgiving tongue brought me closer to the edge than I’d ever made myself. He rubbed his face into my pussy, spreading my scent all over him, and stars burst behind my eyes. I came with my thighs locked around his head, fingers in his hair, and his hands on my ass.

He slid his palms over my curves and gripped my hips as he lowered me down his body, the mask back in place. His chin glistened beneath it.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured.

He settled me against him, and his tip nudged my entrance, slick with heat, the metal cool against my stomach. I peered into the eyeholes, my arms wound around his neck.

I was shaking. Not from fear. Rhett had taken my choice from me.

This, I was choosing.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Ghost. I need—”

He pushed in.

“Oh,” I cried out. He bounced me on his tip, then eased me down, and the stretch was so deep. Every bar dragging over nerves I didn’t know I had. But I was so wet, so ready for him. My body sucked him in like it had been waiting. He continued dropping me down on him, sinking deeper and deeper until he was buried to the base. My back was arched, my head tilted back so I could keep looking at him, his forehead dropping to mine as he curled over me. The cool plastic of the mask pressed against my temple, and even though I couldn’t feel his lips, I knew he was kissing me.

“You’re doing so good,” he panted. “So good, baby.”

“It’s a lot,” I whispered.

“I know. But you’re taking me so well. So fucking well.”

“I’m so full—” Then he moved and I couldn’t form words.

Slow at first. He lifted me, eyes on my face as he watched for what, I wasn’t sure. As my nails dug into his neck, he moved harder. Faster. Slick coated his cock. With every thrust, I felt the piercings drag, the swell of his knot nudging my opening, and I mewled. I needed that too.

“I know. I’m going to give it to you,” he promised. And more slick gushed as I took every stroke. He hooked my knees over his elbows and spread me wider. The new angle made my eyes roll back. I felt him so deep I swore he was in my stomach. I looked down. I could see him.

“Ghost,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck—”

“Klaus.”

He slammed up into me and held me there.

That voice.

So familiar that every hair on my body rose. It wasn’t run through anything.

Ru, that voice had said on an icy sidewalk.

“What?” I whispered.

I reached up with shaking hands and pushed the mask off his face.

A sharp jaw. Full lips. Curls damp with sweat. Pale blue eyes.

Klaus.

He went still inside me, letting me look.

My first customer. The man I’d crushed on and thought it would be impossible for him to like me back. The man whose scent had been haunting me in my room.

I hadn’t been hallucinating. I hadn’t been concussed. It had been him the whole time.