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Thank God.

Just then, one of the EMTs stopped the gurney. “He’s not breathing.”

As the group of EMTs went into action, including one using a hand air pump, the person’s arm, fell from under the sheet covering him.

He was wearing a ring.

I blinked once then twice before I recognized the piece of jewelry.

The asshole from the night before.

A tiny part of me felt a little guilty, although I knew better than to believe my reaction in poking him with the corkscrew was the reason he was having a medical emergency.

In truth? There was a tiny part of me that was glad.

How horrible was that?

Several minutes later, the EMT giving heart compressions shook his head. “He’s gone. Time of death…”

CHAPTER 9

Penelope

“Are you eager for me to spread your pretty thighs and fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue?”

“Uh-huh.” That’s exactly what I craved almost more than having his thick cock plunged into my tight pussy. Or even my ass.

“Then you’ll need to be a very good girl.”

I raked my nails down his chest, offering a salacious smile complete with dragging my tongue across my bottom lip. “What if I beg you to lick me? Fuck me?”

His chest rose and fell, his eyes becoming hooded as I casually drew lines of red down his chest. He preferred when I was rough, much like I hungered for his utter dominance. There was nothing he could do to my body that I didn’t crave.

“What are you willing to do?” His voice was his characteristic deep baritone, a rumble that left my pussy aching every time. Only tonight, he was even more demanding.

“Anything.”

While I wrapped my hand around his cockhead, squeezing just as he preferred, he chuckled, the tone even darker. More intense.

Slightly evil.

“You should know better than to argue with me. Your insubordination will not be tolerated.”

“But I wasn’t arguing,” I whispered while keeping my eyes locked onto his. I’d never been so nervous from nothing other than the sound of his voice.

With a slight cock of his head, he pointed toward the bed. “All fours. You know what you need.”

“I’m sorry.”

With a deep breath, he cupped the side of my face, his thick thumb concentrating on my lower lip, swollen from his rough kisses. His silence created a heightened wave of anxiety, enough so I couldn’t move. Being paralyzed around him wasn’t new yet felt entirely different. I hated disappointing him, loathed how he looked at me when I did.

“Never forget you belong to me.”

As soon as he lowered his head, he crushed my mouth with his, the kiss a moment of consuming me. Devouring me. A stark reminder that I wasn’t allowed to taste or touch anyone else.

Not that I wanted to.

He was right. I belonged to him.