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Or is it?

Digging his fingers into my waist, he drags his lips up my neck to my ear, a groan scraping out of his throat.

My clit pulses and skin tightens. I feel him everywhere.

“What are we doing?” My whisper turns into a moan when his tongue snakes out and swirls around my hickey.His hickey.

“Face your fears to get over them… What are you afraid of?” He bites the mark and I shudder.

“Rules, ethics, responsibilities, I—”

“I will protect you. Always.” He places his finger over my lips before sliding his thumb into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he rasps when I lick his finger, tasting the saltiness of his skin, imagining it being his cock in my mouth.

Rex growls and hauls me tighter against him, his hard dick pressing into my backside through our clothes. His other hand snakes up my stomach, his fingers dragging trails of fire over my breasts, my collarbone, then wrapping around my neck.

He squeezes and I swallow a gasp.

“I don’t know who you are, and you don’t know who I am.” He tongues my ear before kissing my jaw, then angling my face toward his.

Stormy gray eyes sear into mine—eyes I’d recognize anywhere, even if he were covered head-to-toe in disguise.

“Tonight,” he whispers the words onto my lips, “we’re two strangers at a masquerade. No names, no titles, no rules. Give me tonight.”

I sway, my head dizzy as my senses are inundated with everything that’s Rex Anderson—his smell of amber and bergamot, his deep, smooth voice, his fingers firmly digging into my neck.

I want to be his plaything for tonight.

I want to be free.

Barely canting my head into a nod, I watch his eyes flare and darken. He slides his thumb out of my mouth and I whimper my discontent as I try to suck him back in, to hold any part of him inside me.

He groans and presses me against the window, one hand coiled around my neck, the other yanking my low neckline down until my breasts are exposed.

“Fuck,” he grunts when he palms my breast.

It feels so small in his hand, but he doesn’t seem to care. He kneads it, his fingers tugging at the nipple, sparking pain-laced pleasure in my veins.

I tremble in his arms, my ass rubbing against his front, feeling him elongate and dig out of his pants.

“You’re hot for it, aren’t you, my whore,” he rasps, taking on the role of the nobleman slaking his lust with a fallen woman.

I like it. This degradation. It’s freeing.

“Yes,” I whimper when he moves to the other breast, slapping it hard before smoothing out the sting with a gentle caress.

“Is that pussy of yours wet for me? Have you been a naughty, filthy girl, waiting in the dark, needing a thick, hard cock to spear you in half?”

My legs turn to jelly, my mind barely processing his words as my blood reaches a boiling point.

Rex fists my skirts, and drags them up, up, and up, baring my leg to the cold air. Then he reaches around and cups me between my legs.

“Soaked. You’re fucking soaked for me. You want to be used and degraded, don’t you?”

He yanks my underwear to the side and, without warning, thrusts two fingers into my tight channel.

“Ah!” I cry, my head dropping back onto his shoulder as he curls his digits and quickens his rhythm.