Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I push back to meet every stroke, moaning louder. “Harder. Deeper. Don’t hold back. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
Poe groans and gives me exactly what I ask for, pounding into me with long, powerful strokes. One hand slides up my back and fists in my hair, tugging just enough to make my head tilt back.
“You like that, baby?” he rasps. “Like me fucking you rough while you tell me what to do? You’re so fucking sexy when you boss me around. This tight little cunt was made for my cock. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
The dirty words send fresh heat spiraling through me. I reach between my legs and rub my clit in tight circles, chasing the edge again.
“I’m close,” I gasp. “Don’t stop. Fuck me right through it.”
His thrusts turn punishing, deep and relentless. “That’s it. Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you. Come on my cock again. I want to feel you squeeze me so hard I can’t breathe. Come for me, Orchid. Be a good girl and come all over me.”
The orgasm slams into me, sudden and brutal. I cry out his name, body shaking as pleasure rips through every nerve. My walls clamp down around him, pulsing hard. Poe keeps fucking me through it, groaning loud as my release coats his cock.
When the waves finally ease I’m trembling, but I’m not done with him yet.
I look back over my shoulder, voice breathless but commanding. “Now you can come. Fill me up, good boy. I want to feel you spill deep inside me.”
Poe’s grip on my hips tightens almost painfully. His thrusts turn erratic, desperate. “Fuck, yes. I’m so fucking close. This pussy’s milking me so good. I’m going to fill you up, baby. Going to pump every drop into this perfect cunt. You’re going to be dripping with me when I’m done.”
He slams in one final time and comes with a broken groan, burying himself as deep as he can go. I feel every pulse, every hot spurt as he fills me, hips jerking against my ass while he rides it out.
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us panting, bodies slick with sweat. Then I collapse forward onto the bed and he follows, covering my back with his chest, still buried inside me.
He presses soft kisses to my shoulder, his voice rough and reverent. “You’re incredible. The way you take control… fuck, I love it. I love being your good boy.”
I smile against the pillow, heart still racing. “You were perfect.”
We stay like that until our breathing slows, his weight warm and grounding on top of me. Eventually he carefully pulls out and rolls to the side, pulling me into his arms.
For a little while, the world outside, the neighbors, Serafina, the hack, all of it fades. There’s only the two of us, tangled together, hearts beating in sync.
But even as I drift in his arms, a small voice in the back of my mind whispers the truth I can’t ignore.
This can’t be happening. Whatever this is between us. He doesn’t know the truth. And I’m not sure if I should tell him.
TWENTY-THREE
POE
The warmth of Orchid’s body still lingers on my skin when I finally slip out of bed. She’s curled on her side, breathing slow and even, the sheet barely covering the curve of her hip. For a long moment I just stand there in the dim light, looking at her. My chest feels too tight, too full. It was everything I never knew I needed. The way she took control, the way she called me her good boy, the way she fell apart under me and then pulled me right back in. I’ve never felt anything like it.
But reality is already creeping back in, cold and insistent.
I pull on my sweatpants and a clean t-shirt, moving quietly so I don’t wake her. She needs the sleep. We both do. I lean down and press one soft kiss to her bare shoulder before I force myself to leave the room.
Downstairs, the office glows with the blue light of the monitors. I drop into the chair and wake the system, diving back into the dummy hack. My fingers move across the keyboard on autopilot, feeding Serafina’s people exactly what they expect to see while the real Maddox systems stay protected behind layers of misdirection. It’s careful, tedious work, but it buys time. Every minute I stall is another minute Ozzy and the team have to find Enley.
I’m halfway through another progress report when a small notification pops up in the corner of the screen. Ozzy.
I open it fast, heart kicking hard.
O: We’re moving in on your position. Render is already en route to Enley’s location. We have a strong lead. Stay ready. Do not engage if you see us. We’ll extract you.