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Lucan isn’t easy to deny though. Not a single thing about him is easy.

He strokes my neck and somehow it feels like a threat. “You owe me three orders.”

I try to shake my head, but I can’t move. “No way.”

“Beautiful girl, you failed your first order at Altar. You owe me three in its place. That’s the Darkbloom rule.”

Defiance wells up in me, even as my blood roars with arousal.

“If I don’t?” I ask.

“You can leave.” His eyes flick to the door. “But I’ll be very disappointed in you.”

“What makes you think I’d care if you’re disappointed?”

Without warning, he presses his fingertips against my pussy through my leggings.

“This,” he says. “I can feel how much you want me. Your body’s begging for my cock.”

I nearly pass out.

At his touch, pleasure surges straight to my core.

“I’m not having sex with you,” I say, breathless. “Not a chance.”

“I want to fuck your mouth, remember? Keep up.”

“You’re insane.”

Lucan’s fingers move from my pussy to cover my throat. “That’s not a no.”

He’s right. It’s not.

Could I really go down on him? What if I’m bad at it? I’d have no idea what I’m doing.

“Get on your knees and open your mouth for me,” he says. “That’s your first order.”

He’s the pushiest person I’ve ever met. He’s way too much.

“I can’t,” I say.

“You can.” Sarcasm enters his husky voice. “I believe in you, Sadie.”

“God, you’re an asshole.”

“Calling me god is a good start.” His hand tightens on my neck. “What’ll it be? Will you obey or fail?”

I hiss in frustration. “Three orders and I’m done? I don’t owe you anything?”

“That’s right.”

“Let go of me,” I say, needing a moment to think.

Lucan relaxes his grip on my hair and neck. He steps back enough for his erection to stop drilling into my hip.

My mind reels while I try to gather a single rational thought.

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