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“No real big secret. My Grandpop was a big believer of following your dreams. Him and Nana came to this country with almost nothing. It was his dream to work for himself, provide for his family, and help others. He worked hard, enough that when he passed away, he left me a trust and percentage of his legacy in my name that gets added to that trust every year.”

I listen intently to Devin as she shares a piece of her history. Not saying a word, not watching her, letting her have this moment to relive her past and remember.

“He shared my love for good books and knowledge. He wanted to support my dream of working at the New York Public Library one day. When I first arrived here, I lived in a little studio apartment until this place opened up and I was able to put an offer on it. And here we are.” She spreads her arms wide, indicating her mini haven, and the smile that grows on her face—one that doesn’t quiet meet her eyes—is filled with a mix joy and sadness, a cocktail of varying emotions.

“Your Pops sounds like he was an incredible man—I hope to hear more about him one day—it’s clear you loved him, and he must have loved you very much to make sure you’d be able to chase after your dream. This loft is amazing, and I gotta say, if Dante sees this place, he’ll be mighty jealous. You might never get him to leave.”

“I might be okay with that,” she says, rocking back on her heels, and a flush of embarrassment settling in her cheeks.

The vivid image of straddling her ribs while she cradles my cock between her breasts, now flushed a rosy red, flashes through my mind. “Tell me about your love life this last year,” I blurt out quickly, desperate for another distraction. “You were vague the other day when Dante asked you about it.” I peer down at Devin and catch her licking her lips as her eyes travel the length of my body. A knowing grin plasters on my face—so it’s not just me—and only widening when she realizes I caught her.

“Busted,” I laugh and wink. “Don’t worry, little lamb, I was having very dirty thoughts about you too. Now answer my question.”

She shifts from one foot to the other and start pacing the length of the entrance. “Why? It’s all tragic. I drain them. I’m a freak. It’s the same old story. Well, except for Josh. He was really sweet about our breakup. He said I was too much woman for him. We’re still friends and can joke about it now. Which is good, since we work together.”

I jump down from the stool and take her hands in mine. “I’m sorry you’ve had a run of assholes, with the exception of one. I’m not sorry you’re free now.” Kissing her hands, I grab the stool and second camera. “I’m headed back to your bedroom. This one is going to monitor the fire escape.”

Devin hops up and sits cross-legged on her bed, watching me intently as I install the camera.

“Since you don’t have any pets, I’ll turn on the motion detection on these cameras. If they sense anything, your alarm will alert you and the security team,” I inform her. “If you ever get a pet, let me know, and we’ll turn that feature off.”

“Thank you.”

I screw the last nail in place and step down from the stool and move to stand in front of Devin. Placing my knee on the bed, I lean in, and slowly crawl up the length of her body, stopping a hair’s breadth from kissing her. “I have an offer for you, little lamb.” My voice is rough and thick with desire.

“What offer?” she asks, her little puffs of air ghosting over my face, and I shiver at the barely there feeling.

“I know what you need, what your body needs. I can give that to you, I want to give that to you. No strings attached—that is unless you want them.”

She swallows, and her hungry gaze meeting mine. “What if I want them—but with all of you?”

“Done,” I growl and bend down to capture her lips. This is more than a kiss. This is ownership. She all but said she wants us all, which makes this a done deal in my mind. She’s mine now, and she’ll never get away.

Devin

Lucian kisses me like a man possessed. It’s all-consuming and overwhelming. When he finally lets me up for air, my head is spinning, and my body is buzzing with a desire that burns me from the inside out.

Somehow, in the time since Lucian’s lips met mine and the moment he lets up, I ended up on my back with his body looming over mine. He lowers his hips to meet mine, his cock hard behind his zipper. He grinds against me, and I part my legs to invite him closer.

“Now, little lamb, we’re going to have some fun, but to do so, I need you to tell me where the toys are. Maybe in a box in your closet or in the drawer of your nightstand?”

“I—”

“Before you even think of telling me you don’t have any, just keep in mind, I’ll know if you’re lying, and when I find them—and I will—there will be consequences for your deception involved.”

He runs the tip of his knuckle along my cheekbone, cupping my cheek before exploring the column of my throat, tracing his fingertip along my collarbone to rest in the center of my sternum.

“Tell me where they are, little lamb.” He bends down and licks from his finger to the base of my throat and nips long the jutting bone.

“Nightstand,” I whisper as my head falls to the side, exposing my vulnerable neck to him. He takes that invitation to lick along the length of the sensitive tendon up to my ear, sending goosebump racing down my arms and legs.

“That’s my good girl. Now, don’t move,” he rasps lowly, his lips grazing the outer shell of my ear. My body ignites under his praise, sending shivers of delight from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair.

I keep my eyes trained on the ceiling as Lucian slides off the bed and digs through my nightstand. The sound crinkling plastic bags, and plastic tubes bouncing off of rub coverings echo through room, reverberating off large glass windows. Nervousness wars in the back of my mind.

What the hell am I doing? I shouldn’t be doing this, not again, I hardly know this guy.

The mattress shifts under his weight as he moves around me, setting things up as he wants them. The click a button and the vibration from one of my toys bursts to life. Excitement flares inside of me, flashing through my veins and pulsing between my legs. I shift my hips from side to side, trying to release some of the ache building there.

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