"Fuck," I groan, my control fracturing with each deliberate movement. "Show me what that smart mouth can really do."
Her eyes never leave mine, and I can see the satisfaction flickering there as she watches me come apart. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, knows she’s driving me past the point of rational thought.
My grip on her hair tightens as pleasure builds in my spine, white-hot and demanding. “Jesus Christ, you’re going to?—”
She doubles down, taking me impossibly deeper while her tongue does something that makes my vision blur. The combination of skill and that defiant stare is more than I can handle.
“Swallow it,” I command through gritted teeth,feeling my release building to an unstoppable crescendo. “Every fucking drop.”
Her throat works around me, and that’s all it takes. My orgasm tears through me, violent and consuming as I empty myself down her throat. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t fight it—just keeps those challenging eyes locked on mine while she takes everything I give her.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice wrecked as she swallows obediently around my pulsing length. “Such a perfect girl.”
Beside us, Julian’s movements become erratic, his own control slipping. “Swallow,” he orders Elliot, his voice tight with approaching release. “All of it.”
Elliot’s throat bobs as Julian finds his own release, accepting his fate with the same surrender Mira displayed.
Both woman and man are brought to their knees, taking what we demand of them. Perfect submission wrapped in defiant packages.
I pull back slowly, savoring the way Mira’s chest rises and falls with ragged breaths. Her lips are swollen, slick with saliva, and the evidence of what happened. Those defiant hazel eyes are glazed now, confusion warring with a darker shame, maybe, or the devastating realization of how completely she surrendered.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice still rough from release. “My fierce angel, reduced to this.”
She tries to turn her head away, but I catch her chin with my thumb, forcing her to meet my gaze. Theflush spreading across her chest tells me everything I need to know about her state of mind.
“Don’t you dare take those beautiful fucking eyes off me.” My grip tightens enough to make my point. “Not after what you just did. Not after how perfectly you swallowed every drop.”
Her throat works convulsively, and I can see her trying to rebuild those walls, to find that fire that makes her so goddamn intoxicating. But it’s too late. I’ve seen her break, seen her submit completely, and we both know it.
“You hate yourself right now, don’t you?” I continue, releasing her chin to trace my fingers along her jawline. “You hate how much you enjoyed it and how your reactions betrayed every principle you thought you held.”
She remains silent, but the way her breathing hitches tells me I’ve hit the mark.
I straighten up, adjusting my clothes with deliberate casualness while she remains bound and exposed. The power dynamic couldn’t be clearer—I’m in complete control while she’s helpless and vulnerable.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say, my voice taking on that commanding tone that brooks no argument. “I’m going to release these restraints. And then you’re going to run.”
Her eyes widen, hope flickering there for a moment.
“Oh, don’t look so relieved, sweetheart.” I lean down, my face inches from hers. “Because I’m going to catch you again. And again. And every time I do, it’s going to beworse for you. More intense. More complete.” I unfasten the restraints around her wrists and then her ankles.
I can see her pulse hammering in her throat, can practically smell the fear mixed with what I can only guess is anticipation. Or dread at how much she might want it.
“The maze has exits, you know. Multiple ways out. But here’s the thing—” I brush my lips against her ear, feeling her shiver. “I don’t want you to escape. And deep down, you don’t want escape either. Do.”
I pull back, watching her face cycle through emotions—denial, anger, and underneath it all, that terrible recognition of truth.
“Run fast, angel. Make it interesting for me.”
20
MIRA
My legs shake as I stumble through the maze, Xavier’s words echoing in my mind like a curse.Run fast, angel.The taste of him still lingers on my tongue, a reminder of what I just did—how I surrendered to him completely.
I hate myself—hate how I’m doing exactly what he commanded, running like prey so he can hunt me down again. Most of all, I hate how that thrills me.
My bare feet slap against the cold stone as I turn corner after corner, the red silk barely covering anything as it rides up with each desperate step. The fabric clings to my sweat-dampened skin, a constant reminder of how exposed and vulnerable I am.
