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I hated how much I loved that.

“Go on,” he murmured. “Show me what had you so brave over the phone.”

Heat rushed through me all over again.

I should have laughed it off. I should have told him to fuck off. I should have remembered every reason why this was reckless, stupid, and likely to end with both of us dead if we were to get caught.

But I did none of those things.

Instead, I stepped backwards slowly, never taking my eyes off him. His hungry gaze followed me, attentive and unblinking.

I sat on the edge of the bed and let my knees part just slightly. I could feel the cool night air against my skin, rushing against where I was still so wet for him. I sucked in a sharp breath, and noticed his breathing had also changed almost instantly.

And then his face changed, becoming something feral, something that told me I still had the power to ruin him if I wanted to.

And maybe that made me cruel.

Maybe it made me selfish.

But after everything that had been taken from me, after years of having my body treated like something to endure rather than something to inhabit, there was something dangerouslyintoxicating about being looked at by Vienna and feeling wanted instead of used.

His voice dropped lower. “More.”

The word slid through me like silk. I obeyed before I could think too hard about what that said about me.

My knees parted wider, and I leant back, pulling my dress up as I did so.

His head tipped slightly, his eyes darkening further as he took me in.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

My entire body reacted. A flush swept from my throat to my chest to somewhere much lower, and I hated how quickly he noticed.

A smile ghosted at the corner of his mouth.

Catching his eyes, I slipped the straps off my shoulders and pushed my dress down my chest, revealing my bare tits to him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, scanning me from head to toe. “There you are.”

I bit my lip and looked away for half a second, suddenly far too aware of my own body, of the cool air on my skin, of the way my pulse had climbed into something frantic and breathless and entirely too revealing.

“Don’t hide from me now,” he said softly. “I want to see you, Gabby. I want your eyes on me as I devour your body.”

I looked back at him instantly, noticing his eyes flare with satisfaction. He shifted further into the room, one hand braced lightly against the doorframe, his entire focus locked onto me with such devastating intensity that it became almost impossible to remember there was a world outside this room.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “Play with your pussy and make yourself cum. I want those fingers dripping.”

The words dropped into the room like a match.

The wine in my bloodstream had made me bold enough to start this, but now that he was here—really here, watching me with that expression, sounding like that, taking control so naturally I barely even thought to resist. Everything felt so natural. So dangerous. So fucking delicious.

And somehow, impossibly, that made it easier.

I let my hand drift slowly over my thigh again, higher this time, feeling his gaze follow every inch of the movement.

He didn’t rush me. He didn’t fill the silence for the sake of it. He was happy to simply watch, and wait, letting me follow his commands as and when I felt comfortable.

He made me feel every second. The waiting. The sweet, torturous wait until finally,finally,my fingers were there, and he smothered a moan, watching me.