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I’m blindfolded again. Back at the club in the sultry room I barely gave a cursory glance to before, awaiting my chosen partner. This time, when the door opens, I tremble, not with nerves but with anticipation.
He came back.
“Knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you, Angel,” he murmurs, his voice low and tantalising as he joins me on the bed.
He slides under the covers, pulling me into his arms and cocooning me in the heat of his body. How I’ve missed him.
Sir’s hands trace the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin as he leans in closer. Our bodies press together, the warmth radiating between us.
“Why did you come back?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Because I can’t stay away from you, Angelica. You’re the only thing that makes sense in this crazy world. You’re the only thing that makes me feel alive.”
His lips find mine, soft and tender at first, but then they grow more urgent. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our tongues meet, dancing together in a passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless.
As we break apart, I can feel his heart racing against mine. There’s a fire in his kiss that I’ve never felt before.
“Let me show you,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire.
His lips trail along my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“What are you doing?” I protest, but my voice comes out as a half-hearted plea, my body betraying me as it responds to his touch.
“I’m showing you,” he says again, his voice low and possessive. “I’m showing you that I want you, Angelica. That I need you.”
Something tugs at the corner of my mind, something I can’t quite put my finger on.
Something is…off.
“How do you know my name?” I gasp, pushing my hands into his shoulders and pushing him away. It doesn’t work, he barely moves more than a couple of inches.
“You know, Angelica,” he replies, his voice low and urgent. Insistent.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Yes. Take your blindfold off and see,” he commands.
I hesitate for a moment, a flicker of fear passing through me. But curiosity gets the better of me, of course, and with trembling hands, I reach up to untie the silk blindfold. As it slips away, my eyes blink open, adjusting to the dim lighting of the room.
I freeze.
Before me is no stranger. His eyes are the same startling shade of green, his dark hair tousled in that familiar way. But there’s something different about him, something sinister lurking beneath the surface.
“Surprised to see me, Angelica?” He smirks, his lips curving into a wicked grin.
My mind races, trying to comprehend what’s happening. How could Lycus be Sir? This can’t be real. I’m dreaming.
“You’re not Sir,” I manage to whisper, my voice shaking with unease.
“Am I not?” he replies, smirking as he reaches for me and pulls me effortlessly into his chest. I struggle against him, but it’s in vain.
“Do I not know exactly how to touch your body to make it sing for me?” He flips me over so that my back is to his chest, throwing his leg up over my hip and pinning me in place. His hand grazes my side, skimming my curves in a ghost touch.
“Do you need me to recite the answers on your questionnaire for me to prove that I know you inside and out?” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear lobe and making me shiver despite myself.
“Or perhaps you’d prefer a demonstration.” His hands find my hips, jerking me back against his hard dick, which is pressing right up against my ass with urgency.
His hand – Lycus’ hand – slips down to cup my sex, his fingers curling over my heat and cradling me in his embrace. His chuckle is low and sultry. “You’re wet for me, Angel.”
