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I growled and pulled my phone out to view the cameras in the penthouse while the moon blazed down, a crescent reflecting off the screen. Once Sutton came into view, her bed cloaked in shadow, my heart nearly stopped.

Time stood still.

I numbly stared at the screen and blinked. Once. Twice.

Breath froze in my lungs from the realization of what I was seeing. An annoying heat clawed at the base of my spine, blood rushing straight to my dick. It coiled low, and I sunk further and further into her image like an entranced idiot.

A disbelieving chuckle escaped me.

For a tiny, fracturing piece of a second, the pressure in my chest dulled as I watched Sutton masturbate in my fucking penthouse. And that really pissed me off.

16

SUTTON

By the end of the week, the mornings with Naomi had all blurred together, and I still hadn’t seen or heard from Manic. I finally caved and read one of those books, but my worry soared every time I flipped a page. I shoved it aside, refusing to think about him.

If he didn’t want to be here, that was on him.

When the third night came with him nowhere in sight, I’d already grown incredibly bored, so I decided to ease my boredom with a little self-care. And by self-care, I meant masturbating to pass the time.

Manic watching the cameras might have crossed my mind once or twice, and I briefly wondered if he was doing that right now. A smile tilted my mouth before quickly disappearing.

Annoying him through the cameras would have been more amusing if I hadn’t already been touching myself for thirty minutes. No matter the effort or the speed, I still couldn’t get off. I was overstimulated, and sweat coated my brow.

“Dammit,” I muttered.

I held back a frustrated groan and dug my head further into the pillow, screwing my eyes shut to focus. I tried everything I liked, and yet nothing was working.

As I slowed my breathing and adjusted my hand, my thoughts landed on someone in particular. Someone with wide shoulders, pale blond hair, and a menacing grin as he forced me to my knees. Forced his cock down my throat. Him… grunting with pleasure.

No, no, no. Don’t think about him.

As if I had no control over my body’s reaction, my breathing shallowed as I finally began to peak, and a tingling, arousing heat built beneath my fingers. Seriously?

I was almost there, teetering on the edge of my climax, when a crash and a slew of curses came from the kitchen.

My hand flew from the seam of my shorts. Fuck.

I stared at my bedroom door with panted breaths and waited. Maybe I’d heard wrong? My heart hammered, but I managed to slow my pulse as the minutes rolled by. I continued to listen, but only silence hummed in the air. My brows creased.

Perhaps—

Another crash rang out and I immediately sprung from bed, throwing my door open within seconds. Panic ignited my veins, but just as I was about to round the corner, Axell stepped in front of me.

I skidded to a stop and released a breath. He towered over me, wearing black combat gear with a gun secured to his hip. His dark brows lowered, but exhaustion hardened his features.

“Now’s not a good time,” Axell clipped. “Go back to your room.”

“So you can talk,” I said.

I attempted to peer around him, but he was a brick wall. His knuckles were coated with a thin layer of blood, and my eyes narrowed.

“What’s wrong with Manic?”

He hesitated, then said, “He’s not in a good headspace.”

“Let me through.”