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I cup her mound. Her eyelids fly open and her mouth parts, but before she can scream, I clamp my hand over it.

“You let them look at you tonight.” My thumb presses lightly against her jaw. “You let one of them touch you.”

She shakes her head, eyes wide.

“I need to correct your behavior.”

She breathes deeply, but her hips shift towards my hand.

“You don’t step foot inside that hotel again without me. Understand?”

Her lashes flutter. Then she nods.

I remove my hand, and then my mouth finds hers. She tenses, then melts enough to give me what I want.

Every member of the Order sees a virgin when they look at her. Now they’ll see that the only cock she’ll ever feel is mine.

CHAPTER 27

ZAIYA

My body reacts to Edwin instantly. Heat flares, making everything ache inside me when his hand touches between my legs. He holds me down and my instinct is to fight, but that tingle in my clit wants to see what he’ll do.

I breathe too fast as his gaze drifts over me, lingering on my heaving chest, and I feel the weight of being seen.

Being looked at too closely used to make my skin crawl. After years of hiding, of folding myself into something quiet and acceptable, I want every secret part of me uncovered.

And I think I understand him now.

What he wants. What this is.

By being here, he’s risking being caught by Frank, who would certainly do his best to turn the town against him. Choosing me over discretion could ruin his shot at Sovereign. That has to mean something, doesn’t it? Even if his protection comes with a collar and his tenderness arrives with teeth.

He holds a finger to his lips, eyes locked on mine, telling me to stay quiet.

His fingers slip under the waistband of my panties, teasing once before yanking them down. They’re off before I can register what’s happening. He lifts them to his nose, breathes in my scent, then stuffs them in his pocket.

I try to cover myself when the air hits my skin because it feels like the right thing to do. Shame still tries to chip away at my confidence, but he doesn’t let me retreat. His hands grip my thighs and force them apart, making me split open wide.

This isn’t new. He’s seen me intimately before. But even in this dim room, my face burns. I know exactly what he’s looking at.

Wetness cools between my legs, glistening and terribly obvious.

When he touches me there, I jolt at the sensation. And Edwin just grins. His fingers stroke my lips up and down, knowing how badly he’s making me want it. It’s not until I make a small, needy sound that he pushes inside.

I suck in a breath, already addicted to the feeling. His fingers have pleasured me before, but now it’s only the appetizer. Everything is exposed and I know it won’t stop there.

He moves with purpose, almost instructional, like he’s teaching my body something my mind still tries to resist.

A few slow thrusts, then his wet fingers slide over my clit. I press my lips together, trapping the whimper that wants to escape. In the dark, moonlight catches on his sharp teeth when he grins.

Then his hand comes down between my legs with a crack that makes me jump. And his expression turns cold.

“You need to learn.”

Rapid-fire smacks land right on my clit as he stands over me. The sting calls every nerve awake, making me squirm under his hand, trying to keep my thighs spread, wanting this lesson even as fear curls tight in my chest. My legs tremble as they inch closed, but he makes sure to push them back down to the bed.

With Edwin, everything feels sharper. He has the power to locate the softest places in me and press until they give. He stares down at me struggling with a look of hunger, as if every pained whimper encourages him.