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Alice's eyes flew open, wide and wild. The command registered, and I saw the war inside her: the lifetime of modesty and control fighting against the raw, thrilling desire to be completely dominated. To be seen.

Desire won. It wasn't even close.

A shudder wracked her body. A tiny, broken sob escaped her lips. But her eyes, glistening with tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure, stayed locked on mine.

"Good girl," I purred.

Then I lowered my head and went to work. I plunged my tongue deep into her, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of her arousal. She was clean, with a sharp, salty tang that was utterly addictive. I licked up and down her slit, parting her folds, learning the shape and texture of her. Her hips began to buck against my mouth, a frantic, uncontrolled rhythm.

I hooked my thumbs on her hip bones, holding her still, anchoring her to the island while I feasted on her. I found her clit again, that perfect, hard pearl, and I circled it with my tongue, fas…

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The world hung suspended in that single, silent moment. Alice's eyes, which I had been studying all afternoon, became a fascinating, chaotic storm. First, they went wide with pure, blank shock. The kind crinkles at the corners vanished, replaced by stark disbelief. Then, confusion clouded them. Her brow furrowed as she tried to make the pieces of my confession fit into the neat, orderly puzzle of her world.

(They didn't.)

I kept my hand flat on her chest, my gaze locked with hers. I wouldn't let her look away. I wouldn't let her retreat into her thoughts. She had to face me. The heartbeat under my palm stuttered, then kicked into an even faster rhythm.

Then I saw the flash of anger. Her eyes narrowed, the soft brown hardening into a sharp, dark glint. She had been played. Deceived. A flush of color rose on her cheeks. Her body tensed, her lips pressing into a thin line. This was the moment of truth. The moment she would either push me away and call me a p…

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I wanted to introduce you all to a new voice you'll be hearing from, exclusively on this Substack. She's a special character, born from the sweat and bass of Miami's late-night scene, and her stories are just for you... a little something extra that you won't find in any of my book series.

She's taking over the mic now. I hope you enjoy the ride.

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