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“You haven’t been very nice to me lately.”

“You were never nice to me.”

“I can be nicer if you ask properly.”

“Fuck you.” I push up to leave. He plants his boot on the chair arm and grabs the back of my neck. My face ends up inches from his crotch. I glare up at him.

“I could get lost in those icy eyes.” He studies my face. “In that red basement. You put your teeth on my skin. You started this game. Don’t play innocent now.”

I give him the hardest resting bitch face I own. He doesn’t let go. His body cages me. If he thinks I’m scared, he needs to try harder. The old Lara surges. I spit in his face.

He freezes. I just dared him. I want to see what he will do. His grip tightens, pain shooting through my neck as he yanks me close.

“Lick it off,” he says but I don’t move. His eyes glow, and the wolf in him gives a low growl. “I said, lick it off.” He whispers it against my lips. And I’m just losing my mind apparently.

I slide my tongue out and lick my spit from his cheek and the corner of his mouth. When I get close to his lips, he crashes them on to me.

And my whole fucking world disappears. He kisses like there is no tomorrow, hungry, desperate, almost painful. He lifts me, sets me on his lap while he leans against the desk. My legs lock around his waist, my hands brace against his chest. But my lips can’t pull away from him. My blood is boiling. Our tongues move without rest. He tries to pull back, but I bite his lower lip, and he melts.

“Lara. You’re such a fucking tease.”

I don’t listen. I nibble his jaw, his throat. I want to devour him. My control slips. I should have taken more stardust. Now it’s my fault. He was annoying me, yes. But I’m not blind. I know how he looks, how his body feels under me. Wolf or not, it becomes impossible to ignore him anymore. I try to make sense of my situation in my head, but then his fingers catch my chin. I don’t want to look into his eyes, because if I do, whatever is happening here will feel real. And I prefer pretending it isn’t.

He holds his thumb on my lower lip and slowly pushes it into my mouth. I give him exactly what he wants. I suck it gently at first. It makes me wet as hell. I take him deeper, harder, but then just bite on it, not allowing him to pull out. I smile with his thumb stuck in my mouth.

“You’re so cute with your little human teeth,” he growls. “Didn’t know you liked biting so much.”

He lets his wolf fangs slide out, kisses me hard, and pushes his tongue into my mouth. I release his thumb. My tongue brushes his fangs, and a raw shiver rips down my spine. I don’t know how many lives those teeth have ended, how much blood they’ve spilled, how much flesh they’ve torn. Right now, I don’t care. One thing I know for sure: this man is going to put me in an asylum.

I start riding him, hips rolling up and down with zero control left. I never thought when I left the house today that I would end up fucking Antonero Caruso in his father’s office. Yet here we are. Me straddling him, grinding like I’m trying to break us both, praying to whatever forgotten gods might listen to drag my sanity back. None of them answer. Only Nero does.

My hands fist his shirt, nails digging in. Every roll of my hips drags my soaked pussy along the hard line of his cock through our clothes. I bite his lip again. He groans into my mouth, and the sound vibrates straight between my legs. I’m losing it. The stardust, the anger, the fear, everything burns away until there’s only heat and teeth and the filthy need to have him inside me.

He stands, carries me to the couch, sets me down and spins me so my back presses to his chest. His hands run down softly from my neck. My heart is pounding. Just moments ago he was almost snapping my neck in half and now he’s being this gentle. He sits behind me, slides my underwear off, grips my hips and pulls me onto his lap. My ass nestles against his hard cock and his mouth finds my ear.

“I would lick my fingers, but we both know it’s not needed.” His hand slips between my thighs, finding me already soaked. “Told you.”

He circles my clit with slow, sure strokes and precise fingers. The other hand slips under my top and claims my breast, pinching my nipple until I moan.

“I missed those,” he whispers. “I like how they get hard for me.”

He hooks one knee between mine and spreads me wide. I’m trapped in his arms with his fingers pushed inside me. I arch into his hand, but he only holds me tighter. My body wants him more and more. I grab his hand and shove him deeper. He groans, cock throbbing under me. I thread my fingers with his, riding his hand while he twists my nipple with sweet pain. That makes me pant harder. He shifts his free hand under my ass, adds a second set of fingers inside me while the first keeps torturing my clit. I brace on his thighs, trapped between his palms. My hips ride him in their own rhythm.

“Tell me to fuck off now,” he whispers.

I say nothing.

“Tell me to stop.”

I just gasp for air. He drives deeper.

“Tell me what you want then.”

“Harder.” That’s all I manage to say. I’m dripping.

“Say it again,” he demands.

“Harder,” I almost scream.