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255 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 19, 2025
I know the truth. I know what he’s been hiding. And I’m going to make him confess it.
I want him. I want inside him. More than that, I want him to understand that he’s mine. I think, in a way, he always has been.
“I couldn’t do better in a million fucking years. You are everything I could ever, ever want. I fucking love you.”
“If I kissed you now, would you want it?” “Yes,” he confesses.
“I need you,” he confesses softly. “I need you too.”




“I want to fire you,” I tell him because that’s where I’m at. His eyebrows draw down. I brace for him to say, Fuck no, or Fuck you, but instead he asks, “Why?” “Because you’re not my employee anymore. You’re my … hell, I don’t know. You’re mine.”
“You know what? He’s right to be wary. He’s in my sights now, and there’s no escaping.
“I loved fucking your mouth,” I tell him. “I loved seeing your lips around my cock.” Those lips, still swollen, part slightly. He starts breathing harder. I stand from the chair. “I loved how your eyes were streaming, how you gagged and struggled with my dick down your throat.”
“And when you came, choking and screaming on my cock?” His eyes close and he shudders. I wrap my other hand around his covered dick, eliciting a needy little sound that makes me ache. “You were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen in my life.”
“I couldn’t do better in a million fucking years. You are everything I could ever, ever want. I fucking love you.”
Sometimes when I’m alone, I wonder if my obsession with him is self-sabotage or some shit. Like, as long as I’m in love with Vitali, I’m totally immune to harm because nothing can come of it. But that explanation falls apart as soon as I’m in his presence—because nothing hurts like being around him. And yet, it’s the only place I want to be.
I bring my face close to his and let my lips graze his jaw as I repeat, “If I kissed you now, would you want it?” “Yes,” he confesses.
Habit is funny like that. You do what you always do. Lock a door. Lie. Kill people. Bury your love deep inside yourself so you can survive the pain of it.
I started to—” He breaks off. “Fuck.” He covers his face with one hand. “You started to what?” I ask when he doesn’t go on. He’s silent for a long time, but I think he’s trying, so I wait. “Want things,” he finally says. “Things I’d worked really hard to not let myself want.”