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He fucks me through every pulse, then buries himself as deep as he can go and comes with a low, guttural groan. I feel every thick spurt as he fills me, pulsing hot and deep inside me.

He stays buried inside me for a long moment, breathing hard through the mask, before slowly pulling out. I feel his cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs onto the sheets.

He leans down and kisses me deeply one last time, it’s slow, possessive, and strangely tender, then he brushes damp hair from my forehead.

It makes me forget what I was just thinking.

“Sleep now,” he whispers. “You’re going to be incredible.”

Then he’s gone, slipping silently out of my room like he was never here.

I lie there in the dark, naked, trembling, and dripping with a stranger’s cum, heart still racing wildly.

What the hell have I done?

And the first thing that hits me is that I let him fuck me without protection. I mean I’m on the pill, but how the fuck do I know if he is clean.

I just let a masked man I barely know fuck me senseless… and I came harder than I ever have in my life.

And the worst part?

I already miss the feeling of him inside me.

Twenty

Miles

The meeting with Cain lasted longer than I wanted it to.

I replay every second of it while Mason drives. The tattoo. The network. The confirmation that this thing is bigger than we thought. Cain’s silence said it all.

I rub my forehead, because fuck it’s starting to get to the point where the headache is turning into a migraine, the lack of sleep, and now having two lives. Me, Miles, and the stalker. Even though the lack of sleep isn’t the stalker, it’s the work I’m buried in.

But my mind keeps returning to last night, the moment I left her room, my thoughts have been with her.

Sadie.

To the way she begged me to fuck her. The way she spread her legs for a masked man she barely knows. The sweet, addictive taste of her cunt on my tongue. The way she cried out when I buried my cock inside her, so tight and wet and perfect. The way her pussy milked me when she came, pulsing and fluttering like she was trying to keep me there forever.

She let me claim her.

She let me fill her with my cum.

She’s mine now. Whether she fully understands it yet or not. She can try to push me away, try to tell herself she’s in control, but after last night she won’t be able to function without me. Her body already craves what only I can give her.

I own her now.

I shift in my seat, my cock twitching at the memory of her moaning beneath me.

“You’re doing the face,” Mason says.

“I don’t have a face.”

“The one where you’re somewhere else entirely.” Mason turns to look at me, his eyes glance to the three phones. “Miles, you need to take a break from it, one night man, just give me the phones.”

“And what if I do, and another girl goes missing, because I gave you my phone?” I look at my software running on my burner phones. I only have one phone which the family has the number to, but all the others are burners. I’m not risking anyone breaking into my phone.

Mason says nothing, and I already knew he wouldn’t, but I hear Declan behind us.