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Oh, the agonizing pleasure it gave her, knowing that she had made him even more beautiful than he usually was, and nooman could take her eyes off him

Because of her

She had made him irresistible to women

A helpless sht

If that didn’t prove to him she was as twisted as he was, she didn’t knohat else would

THE NIGHT WALTZED ON, and they continued their dance of seduction where all other players were meant to paint her heart with every shade of jealousy there was It was an endless parade of beautiful wo that every sound they made—-

The coy notes of their laughter, the throaty invitation in their banter, and the rasp of their dresses as they moved on the floor—-

All of it becaelo and Lane could hear, a song that would last only for as long as they could keep playing this little game of anticipation

Every few elo would look to where Lane was, and he would ask with a lift of his eyebrow if it was time to stop

Are you jealous enough?

Are you hurt enough?

Are you ready to cry?

But every time he did, she would only look at hiony and desire that he knew she was telling him she wanted more

Make me more jealous, hurt me more, make it so until I cried

And so he did, seducing without being seduced, flirting with his body but never with his heart The thought that she was aching with jealousy had his cock so hard it becae that it was the same for her—-

Ah, Dio, he only had to close his eyes and he could i next to him—-

Close enough to hear her sharp intake of breath every time he smiled at another woman—-

Close enough to see the prickle of her breasts as her glorious flesh swelled in de his hands on them and only them and no one else’s—-

Close enough to smell the scent of her arousal—-

Fuck

The music in their mind reached a crescendo