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“Be careful what you wish for,” he murmurs.

Then he releases me for a moment, and I hear the blissful sound of his belt snap, and the drag of his zipper as he shoves his pants down.

Yes.

I barely have time to catch my breath before he kicks my legs wider, angles my hips, and thrusts into me from behind in one thick, ruthless stroke.

I cry out, my pleasure echoing in the dim hotel room as Sebastian grinds up, higher, fucking me all the way to the hilt.

“Tap three times on the glass if it’s too much for you,” he orders me, and then before I can even ask what he means, he brings one hand to rest, heavy around my throat.

Oh my god.

He thrusts into me again, hitting that perfect spot, and just the weight of his palm there, full of dark promise, sends me suddenly hurtling over the edge. I come with a cry, my body spasming in pleasure as my climax shatters through me.

But Sebastian is only just getting started.

“That’s right, darling,” he growls, picking up the pace of his thrusts, fucking me right through my orgasm and into the madness beyond. “You feel it, don’t you, what’s coming for you next.”

The hand at my throat tightens. I moan, out of my mind with the illicit thrill.The power…

“Sebastian—”

“You’re mine,” he curses, breath ragged in my ear. His hips jerk in a punishing rhythm, his cock stretching me open, burying deep with every wild thrust. “Your pleasure belongs to me. Your obedience.Thevery air you breathe.”

He squeezes tighter, applying pressure on the sides of my neck. I’m lightheaded now, gasping, every nerve and sense in my body lit up and radiant as he takes his fill of me. I sink back, limp and mewling in his arms as he fucks me. Chokes me. Owns me, body and soul.

I couldn’t fight it if I tried.

I’m his. Completely.

It’s incredible. A surrender like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The lights of the city blur with the stars in my eyes, as I’m overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure so thick and sweet in my veins, I could drown in it.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Sebastian groans in my ear, as I sink into the glittering rush. “I’ve got you. Just let go.”

His grip on my neck suddenly loosens, and there’s a rush of blood so exhilarating, I shatter again.

“Seb!” My orgasm crashes through me, and I come with a fierce cry that seems to echo through the night, mingling with Sebastian’s own curse of pleasure as he buries himself deep, and climaxes with a roar, leaving the both of us collapsed against the window, gasping at the lights below.

And I know that I never want to let go.

9

AVERY

When I wakethe next morning, I’m alone in the bed.

“Sebastian?” I murmur, bleary-eyed. I lift my head and look around the room, wondering if he’s gone to get us coffee or some breakfast.

I need it. The ache of last night is still echoing in my limbs, a bone-deep pleasure that makes me sigh in satisfaction. I yawn happily, hoping he comes back soon—with something baked and delicious.

Then I see the envelope propped on the nightstand.

I sit up, already feeling a chill spread through my body, replacing the sleepy haze. I take a slow breath, bracing myself, and reach to open it.

A stack of cash tumbles out, and an American passport. My photo, with a fake name.

And a note. Just a few short words, in Sebastian’s unmistakable handwriting.

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