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And in return, I bit down on him until I tasted blood, delighting in his growl in response.

“You’ll pay for that,” he warned. And then he picked up the pace, filling the air with the sound of skin slapping against skin. He kept my head locked in position, tightening the grip on my throat until my vision turned black at the edges.

My pleasure climbed higher and higher, holding me on a precipice, keeping me locked on the edge for as long as he stole my breath.

And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, his hand slacked and my body shot forward as I dragged in much needed lungfuls of air.

Just as I did, my orgasm exploded through me with a force that robbed me of my sanity. My vision clouded and my throat seized.

I screamed his name over and over as my pussy flooded, gushing over his hand and flooding the sheets. And still he continued fucking me. Still his fingers teased and his cock slammed in and out of me.

“Luke, Luke, Luke,” I chanted, my hands clutching at the wrist between my legs. My body folded in half, leaning forward as I shuddered and panted through my orgasm.

“Fuck, Gabriella. Your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight,” he ground out a split second before his thighs trembled beneath me and he came inside me, his cock jerking deep inside my pussy.

My God…

The feeling of him coming inside me sent me catapulting into another orgasm, soaking Vienna’s thighs as I squirted once more.

It took long, pleasurable minutes before I was able to think clearly again.

“You keep fucking me like that,” I panted, face-planting the bed. “I think I may actually die.”

“But what a way to go, eh?” Vienna replied, flopping down next to me, his breathing equally as heavy.

“The best,” I replied, turning my head in his direction to smile at him. “I’m really glad you manned up and made the first move.”

“Oh, this wasn’t my first move.”

“No?” I twisted onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow. “Go on then, Mastermind. Tell me your moves.”

“I’ve been playing you,” he replied simply. “You think staying away from you this entire week was me being generous? Nah. I was working you.”

“Vienna, you can barely run a bath, there’s not a chance you’re running some major manipulation scheme.”

“Yeah, this week has killed me.”

“Me too,” I laughed back. And then, after a pause, “You realise the entire club probably heard all of this?”

“Worth every second… they’re already calling you my old lady.”

“So I’ve noticed. Pivot even tried to rap to me the other day.”

“I beg your finest of pardons?”

“How did it go now?” I said, trying to remember. “Something like—oh there goes the G for the V, she’s his old lady, rocking around like they won the lottery. Go on, be all kissy, making me queasy.”

I finished the rap by doing the ridiculous crossed armed finger symbol that Pivot had thrown at me. Vienna looked at me with his mouth slightly agape, looking utterly horrified.

“That… well, there are no words really, are there?”

“That was pretty much my reaction, yep.”

“He actually rapped that to you? And was proud of it?”

“Seemed that way. He even said ‘word’ at the end of it, which I happen to think was just…” I brought my fingers to my lips in a chef’s kiss.

“I really need to talk to Dante about outing him. He’s not good for our image.”