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Suddenly, I feel Shade step up behind me, close. And again that intoxicating scent, my personal drug. Something inside me trembles, my whole body reacting as I remember those green eyes.

A hot hand touches my stomach, and heat floods between my legs. Then a second hand joins, sliding upward to my breasts, squeezing them firmly, skillfully tracing my sensitive areolas.

Ksyusha was right. If this is Shade’s aura, no wonder women line up for him. Without even seeing his face, I’m already ready for anything he wants. Ready to even… forget Nazar.

He said he loved me, and I saw it, felt it. He meant it. Because… I felt the same. And I know a man like Nazar wouldn’t let me go easily.

But I couldn’t ruin his life. I’m not the one he deserves. Sooner or later, he’ll forget me and move on, find someone honest, someone clean.

Me? I’m useless, with so many skeletons in my closet they’re about to start falling out. The truth will come out eventually, and I don’t want to see disgust in his eyes. Don’t want to see regret for the time we had… or disappointment.

We have no future. I can’t give him what he deserves, even if I want to. So I need to lose myself, and Shade promises me that… at least for tonight.

He doesn’t stop at my chest. Pulling me tighter against him, he slides his hand down my curves to my thigh, grabbing my ass hard and delivering a sharp, stinging smack.

“Ah!” slips out of me along with a moan. Rough… but sharp, electrifying.

I hear him huff behind me, then immediately soothe my skin with a softer touch.

He tosses my hair over my shoulder, and I feel his fingers slide into it at the nape of my neck, gripping lightly, pulling in a dominant gesture… then releasing, his long, skilled fingers massaging the back of my neck. It relaxes me, excites me, sends even more shivers down my spine. What the hell is he doing to me?

Then I feel hot lips on my neck. I close my eyes, just surrendering, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder, letting him do whatever he wants.

Usually, I’d never go for sex blindly like this. I always need to see the man first, really look at him, make sure I like him.

But here… I’m blind, led by the unknown. And that makes everything even more intense.

While Shade explores my neck with his lips and my body with his hands, my arousal is already running down the inside of my thighs. He touches everything… except the one place I crave most.

To keep from begging him pathetically, I decide to take matters into my own hands and slowly slide them down to my wet center. But the moment my fingers touch, a strong male hand covers mine.

Shade starts guiding my hand, moving it as he pleases. Slowly, he pushes my palm lower… presses.

I feel my own fingers, under his pressure, slowly slipping inside me, coated in my own slick.

A broken gasp and moan tear from my lips, my chest rising and falling hard. He controls me, pressing on my fingers, fucking me with my own hand. I moan, my hips moving with the rhythm, feeling the inevitable release getting closer.

Just seconds before orgazm, my fingers inside me stop… and I hear a voice that freezes my blood.

“Well, you fucking slut… I finally found you.”