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Ari fumbled with my boxer briefs, freed my cock, and slipped it into her mouth.
“That’s it. As long as you bow to me, I will always protect you.”
She stroked my cock as she licked and sucked. I watched as my shaft slid back and forth between her pretty lips. Something about Ari on her knees sent me out of my mind. Briefly, I closed my eyes as she worked her magic.
I thrust faster, pausing in the back of her throat until her cheeks turned crimson from the lack of air. Jerking out of her wet hole, I pumped my cock a few times. “Open your mouth, my sweet pet.”
She tilted her head back then opened it for me.
My moan filled the room as I jerked off, my cum landing all over her face and hair. Ari licked off the drops of creamy substance from her lips.
“Be a good girl and lick my dick clean. Every last bit.”
She obeyed, her tongue making quick work along my semi-hard cock. Ari slipped the tip of me inside her mouth and sucked.
Once I was satisfied, I took a deep breath. This was how I wanted to remember her—on her knees before me, willing and compliant to my every whim.
I made my way to the cabinet and removed a towlette from the package. Returning to her, my emotions churned in my gut like sour milk as I gently cleaned off her face.
It was time, though, to call her on her shit. I tucked myself back in my slacks and fastened them before I spoke. “Do you prefer to be called Phoebe or Ariana?”
Ari scrambled backward and bumped into the wall. She hurried to stand, her cheeks draining of color. “No one knows my real name.” Confusion clouded her gaze. “Except one. Teagan told you?”
“Why would Teagan tell me?”
“Because maybe she knows you outside of the society. She knows your real identity. There’s no other explanation!”
“There is, Ariana.” I slipped my fingers beneath my mask and slowly pulled it off.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Ariana
My head threatened to explode, and I slammed my eyes closed against the blinding pain. The side effects of the concussion still lingered and had left me reeling. I collapsed onto the floor, gripping my forehead as I was overcome with waves of nausea that surged through me like a wild storm.
“Ari, look at me.”
The Black Mamba’s voice cut through the air, and his firm grip on my chin forced me to meet his gaze.
“Jagger?”
“You’re not imagining things, Ariana. It really is me.”
My brow knitted as denial washed over me like an icy wave. “It can’t be. You . . .” Cries choked my words off as fresh tears ran down my cheeks. “You died in the fire.”
Too many emotions flitted across his handsome face as he watched me grieve his death in front of him.
Slowly, I reached out a shaky hand and brushed my fingertips over his sculpted jawline. I needed tangible proof that this man standing before me was real, not another figment of my imagination.
He grabbed my wrist. His deep blue eyes were cold and demanding when he finally spoke. “That’s what you thought all this time? That I was dead?”
“I don’t blame you for haunting me. I betrayed you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The Black Mamba rose from his crouched position and withdrew his phone from his pocket before turning away from me without another word.
I gawked as a familiar figure entered the room dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt. “Anderson?” I knew he was a part of the society, but why was he here?
“Hey, Phoebs. I wanted to see if you’re okay.”
