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Kalon lifted both hands from the floor, breath shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Murder Boy stepped into the walk-in and caught my waist before my legs folded. His grip was bruising and steady but somehow still careful.

“She’s a succubus,” he said without taking his attention off me. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Kalon stared at me. Horror moved across his face. “I didn’t know,” he said.

“I know. Get out. Drink water. Have Vale keep everyone away from the back.”

Kalon swallowed. “Is she okay?”

The arm around my waist tightened. “She will be.”

Kalon pushed to his feet, still pale, and backed into the hall, muttering something about a health code violation. Then he was gone.

The latch clicked, and we were alone. Me, him, and the hum of the walk-in. His grip stayed locked around my waist. I felt his body behind me, hot even in the cold room, power rolling off him in dark waves. I lunged at him, hitting him so hard he groaned. His aura was bigger, darker, and far stronger than Kalon’s had been. My lips crashed against his, hungry and eager for a taste.

His hand snaked around my neck as he backed me up to the prep table again. Something in me opened, clawing for every scrap of power I could get. He moaned into my mouth.

“Baby, slow down.” His breaths came hard against my mouth. “Try to throttle the amount of power you’re taking.”

My tongue slipped into his mouth, and my hands worked to unbutton his shirt. I slid my palms up his chest, leaving static in their wake. His head tipped back, and my lips moved to his throat as he pressed himself harder into me.

His power slid inside me, but instead of satisfying me, it only stoked the fire burning deep in my gut. I pressed my hips against him, his hardening dick hitting my stomach.

I licked up the side of his neck as his hand found my breast. His dick throbbed against me, and I got the first good taste of his lust. Fuck, it was perfect. Dark and bitter, but sweet around the edges. Decadent and energizing.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. Somehow, it felt more like a command than a request, and before I could process the power behind those words, he flipped me. My palms pressed against the freezing wall as he ripped my pants and underwear down.

His breathing came hard, but he didn’t stop. He dipped two fingers inside me.

“You are so fucking wet,” he growled, curling his fingers enough that a moan escaped my lips. He pulled them out, and the sudden emptiness made me whimper. He ran his finger through my folds and found my clit.

His aura turned darker, filled with lust and need so thick I thought I might choke on it. He bent down as his fingers made the first, tight little circle over my clit. “You’re going to have to work for my cock if you want it, Little Flower.”

I glared at him, and he laughed, rubbing a finger over my clit again and making me gasp.

“Your power of allure is strong, but not quite strong enough for me to give you whatever you want.” His lips spread into a wide, wicked grin. “Now, be a good girl and earn my cock.”

I whined, and he plunged his fingers into me, pumping his hand into my pussy. Then, just as I felt the pleasure building to its apex, he stopped. “You’re going to learn to control yourself before I give you anything.”

I wiggled back, pressing my hips into the hard cock in his pants. He drew back and slapped my ass so hard I yelped. “Pay attention.” He reached under my shirt, kneading my breast through my bra. “Imagine a faucet.”

I growled at him, and he smacked my ass again, harder this time. “Liv, I’m not fucking you until I know you’re not going to try to shred me.” He stroked my clit. “Now, imagine water flowing through an open faucet. That is your hunger, your need. If you don’t tame it, it’ll drive you insane.”

At that point, I resorted to begging. “Please,” I whimpered. “I need you.” Power filled my words again, and he moaned behind me. I let my instincts guide me and imagined him stroking himself behind me.

“Fuck, baby, you aren’t supposed to be able to do that yet.” His hands hit the table on either side of me, and he groaned. He pressed himself into me, then stopped. That earned me another smack that I was sure had left a handprint behind. His breath wavered. I must have nearly found his breaking point, because his lust was heavy and intoxicating.

He let out a slow, controlled breath. “Just imagine turning the faucet down. Reel in the power you feel right now.” His hands gripped my hips, running up my sides rhythmically. “Come back to me, Liv.”

I closed my eyes and wished to fuck it was as easy as turning a faucet, because it felt more like trying to dam a river. I focused on his hands, on the power he had already given me. Slowly, my power stopped surging, and my mind cleared a little more. I still wanted him, I needed him inside me, but I felt more like me and less like a sex-crazed animal.

My forehead hit the cold steel of the table, and I took a deep breath, centering myself and realigning my power until it released its grip on Murder Boy. Fuck, I needed a better name for him.

The unmistakable sound of a zipper came from behind me, and his cock sprang free, smacking my ass. He fisted himself and lined up. “That’s much better. Now take what you need. From me, and me alone.” With that, he thrust into me, leaving me no time to adjust to his size before pulling back out and leaving me empty just as fast as he had filled me. In, all the way out. In, all the way out. Slow and controlled. His thumb circled my clit, but never enough to give me release.

This man was apparently hellbent on torturing me in a walk-in freezer because that pattern continued until my need was unbearable. If he didn’t make me come soon, I was going to lose my mind.