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Then his thumb pushes up, forcing me to close my mouth. “Swallow.”

Instinctively, I do what he says. The taste is salty. Delicious.

But the way he did it is what stays in my mind.

He deposited it inside me like I’m some kind of sperm bank. Like he wants me to know I’m nothing more than a cumslut. His Kitty to use as he pleases and humiliate at his discretion.

“Now smile,” he says.

In shock, I stare at him.

“What’s the matter?” He cocks his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

It’s not funny. But he’s not doing it to be funny. He wants me to hate him. To regret all this.

So instead of answering him, I smile. Widely. Despite knowing he did all of this only to dissuade me from ever wanting him again.

But it hasn’t. My infatuation has only worsened.

He tucks his cock back into his pants and bends his knees just a bit. “You wanted this, remember?”

I nod. “I did.”

“Still think it’s what you want?”

“Yes,” I reply.

No hesitation. No regret.

He frowns, clearly confused. “Why?”

“Because …” I look down at the wetness pooling between my legs, dripping on the floor. Only when I’ve seen him follow my gaze do I open my mouth again. “I like what you give me.”

Declan

I’m stunned. That was … unexpected.

I frown, staring at her for a while. Nothing about her has changed. Not her demeanor. Not her facial expression.

Well … except for all the jizz covering it right now.

My cum. Consumed by lust, I sprayed it all over her. It felt so goddamn good to fucking humiliate her like that. To give her exactly what she wanted, what she begged me for.

Yet I expected her to be upset. Angry. Hell, I expected her spit it right back at me.

Instead, she swallowed it down.

And she’s still happy. Despite me using her like some fuck doll, she’s still smiling.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

“So what now?” she asks.

I sigh and grab the box of tissues off my desk. “Here.” I hand her a couple.

“Phew,” she says.

“What?”

“For a second there, I thought you were going to make me walk home like this,” she says, snorting right after.

I narrow my eyes. “Maybe I was.”

She glares at me for a second before rubbing the cum off her face. Now that’s the kind of gaze I like to see. The one full of contempt. The one I know and trust. The one where they all run and never come back.

I hope she doesn’t, for her sake.

She chucks the dirty tissues into the trash and puts on her panties and the sexy white pants, patting it down until it appears as though nothing happened. But I’m sure she won’t forget this encounter … The only question is will I?

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and licks her lips. “Well, that was fun,” she says. “Again another time?”

The mere suggestion sets me off. “What? No.”

“Why not?” She shrugs, raising a brow. “We both enjoyed it.”

“You know why,” I say.

“Oh, right … Secrets,” she jests, tapping her finger against her cheek. “You like keeping them.”

“Exactly.” Why do I get the feeling she likes figuring them out?

“Well …” She approaches me and starts fondling my tie, readjusting it in a very intimate way. “I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened here.”

She’d better not.

She leans in, and whispers, “It’ll be our little secret.”

The grin that follows makes my cock semi-hard.

Fuck.

She turns and flips her hair as if she owns the place. “See you again … Maybe online?” she taunts.

“Don’t count on it,” I say.

I don’t want to be harsh, but I have to be. For both our sakes.

She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

Then she struts out the door with her head held high.

The moment the door closes, I sink down on the chair and scratch my chin.

Good God … this woman. She’s going to be the end of me.

Chapter 15

Declan

No matter how many hours and days have passed, I still can’t stop thinking about that damn girl.

KittyKat … she’s stuck in my mind like glue to paper, and I don’t know why.

It was just sex. Casual … dirty … raunchy sex.

I fucking loved it, but that doesn’t mean I can do repeats.

I only gave it to her in the hopes that she’d keep my secret. That she wouldn’t talk to anyone about us meeting and leave it at that.

But now I’m the one questioning everything.

Fuck. Why does this have to happen?

I sigh and close the browser even though I still have several emails to answer.

The next event is looming, and I need to prepare, but my mind’s not set to working right now. It’s constantly distracted by the image of her naked body doing anything I want that got seared into my mind.

She was the perfect girl to subject to all my kinky needs … but at what cost?

Am I infatuated with the idea of having more freedom to explore my own sexual desires?