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“I have League business tonight,” I said, my hands reluctantly sliding from her waist. “The program tracking Mercer will run in the background, but I need to go remind a few bottom feeders why I’m at the top of the food chain.”

Annie nodded. “Of course. I should probably head home then.”

I caught her wrist, stopping her retreat. “Or,” I countered, my thumb pressing into her pulse point, “you could come with me.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Come with you? To watch you brutalize people?”

“You’ve done it before,” I reminded her, my voice dropping to a low purr. “And you liked watching me work. Don’t lie to me, Sparks.”

I stepped back into her space, crowding her against the workbench. “I have a few meetings, and then I need to hunt down some seasonal ranking fights. It will be a bloodbath. Nothing I can’t handle. You’ll wear your mask, of course.”

“What about sleep?” she asked, though her breath hitched. Her pupils were already dilating with that dark thrill she couldn’t hide from me. “I have work tomorrow.”

I slid my hand down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against me so she could feel my hardening cock. “I’ll make sure you pass out eventually.”

“That’s not very reassuring,” she breathed, her voice losing its practical edge. “Last time you promised sleep, I got maybe two hours.”

“Not my fault I’m a greedy fuck when it comes to you,” I replied, my fingers digging harder into the soft flesh of her ass.

She smiled. “You’re a menace.”

“I’m your menace,” I corrected. “Is that a yes?”

She let out a shaky breath. “Yes. I’ll come with you.”

I smiled. “Good.”

“But,” she added, “I need at least six hours of sleep afterward. I mean it, Cipher.”

I leaned down, biting gently at her jawline before whispering against her skin. “You’ll get your six hours. But only after we’re both satisfied.” I picked up my mask. “Now let’s go. I have a reputation to maintain, and you have a Villain to watch.”

Annie’s eyes were dark, consumed by the shadow I cast over her. “Lead the way.”

CHAPTER 33

ANNIE

Cipher’s tongue was a weapon, and he was waging a war between my thighs. I was sprawled on my back across his desk, my dress hiked up to my ribs, my heels still on. He hadn’t said a word since the street clash ended and he’d pulled me into his onboard office, lifted me onto the polished wood, and dropped to his knees.

My fingers were tangled in his dark hair as I bucked against his mouth.

“So good for me,” he growled against my clit. He laved a slow, broad stroke over it, and my hips jerked off the desk. “So wet. You love watching me work, don’t you, Sparks?”

A choked sound escaped my throat while his tongue flicked and tormented. He knew every secret nerve, every hidden pleasure point.

“I should cancel the meeting,” he said, his breath hot against me. He didn’t stop moving, his tongue working in relentless circles. “I want to stay right here all night. Just doing this.” He punctuated the last word with a hard suck that ripped a moan out of me.

“Cipher,” I gasped, my thighs trembling around his head as the coil of pleasure broke.

I screamed as my body convulsed. I was dimly aware of my heels drumming against the arms of his chair, of my fingers losing their grip on his hair. He held me steady through the storm, his mouth never leaving me, his tongue never ceasing its worship.

When it was over, I was boneless, my head lolling to the side, my breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps.

Before I could fully reassemble myself, Cipher swept me off the desk and into his lap to straddle him. He cupped my ass, pulling me tight against his straining cock and kissed me, a deep kiss that tasted of me.

When we finally broke for air, I collapsed against him, trying to catch my breath.

“Two street clashes, three back-alley deals, and now a secret meeting,” I murmured, my voice husky. “Is this a typical Tuesday for you, or are you just showing off for me?”