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Before I have time to even think the doors open straight into a penthouse, I look around in a daze. “Where are we?” I frown.

“My place.”

“What do you mean?”

“I own this club.”

My eyes widen. “You own this club?” I squeak.

“Yes.” He unzips his pants. “And I own you. Get on your fucking knees.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ALORA

Fuck….

He lifts my dress over my head and slides my panties and bra off, his gaze drops down the length of my body, burning my skin all the way down.

“Alora.” He takes himself in his hand and every fantasy I have had over the last week is coming true.

“Suck. Me,” he mouths.

Yes….

Probably not a good idea, but who cares at this point. Nice girls come last.

I drop to one knee and then the other, his eyes darken as he watches on. My eyes roam over his erection, engorged with thick veins coursing down the length of it.

“All of it,” he mouths.

The air crackles between us and I kiss his head, his eyes flutter closed as he flexes it in my hand. “In your mouth.” He drags it across my lips and I taste the smear of pre-ejaculate.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me onto him. “Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth,” he growls, impatient. “Now.”

I snap my teeth and he inhales sharply at the threat of pain.

Oh, I remember, it’s all coming back to me now.

He likes to walk the tightrope between pleasure and pain.

He’s so bad…. But so damn good.

I take my time. Memorizing every inch of his beautiful thick cock as my eyes roam over him, large and hanging heavily between his legs, dripping with need. His pubic hair is dark and well kept. “Take your clothes off,” I whisper. “I want you naked.”

With his eyes locked on mine he lifts his shirt over his head and I’m blessed with the sight of his ripped abdomen. My hands roam up and over his eight-pack of tanned muscle, broad shoulders and his wide chest with a scattering of dark hair. He kicks his jeans off and his thick quad muscles make me flutter deep inside. He’s begging to be ridden.

I take him in my mouth, deep, and then bare my teeth and scrape him as I pull off.

“Ohhh,” he moans, his knees give out beneath him and I smile around him. His hands tighten around my hair and I know he’s hanging on to his control by a thread.

I may not have him for long, but damn it, he’s going to remember this night for forever.

I take him again, deep down my throat, and his mouth hangs slack as he watches on. “So fucking good,” he murmurs. “Oh….”

I pull off and lick my lips for added effect.

“Get on it,” he growls as he pulls me back onto him.