"What terms?" I gasp.

He pulls out his fingers to lick the juices from them. A flicker of longing crosses his face, a crack in that cold façade of self-control he has on himself like a mask, at the same time as a groan of pleasure forces it's way up from his chest. He's not as calm as he wants me to think.

I have power over him, too.

"You are sweet and salty, the most addictive candy," he whispers. "Here is my new offer. I make you mine, and you will belong only to me, Avery. That's who I really am. No fucking stages, no performances for anyone but me."

His ruthless choice hits me like a hammer in the middle of my chest.

Stop singing?

Never go onto a stage so long as we're together?

Longing tangles up with the horror of never being who I'm meant to be.

My legs are splayed wide before him, an invitation, and I can't make myself stop wanting him. But what he's said is impossible.

I can't belong to him and not perform. I push myself up, my hands on the cold, hard desk behind me. My breasts sway as I move, and I hate them for being full.

Devon sucks in his breath, watching them, watching me. The barest quiver of built-up tension runs through him, every visible muscle is clenched tight. He scoops me around my waist and draws me to him. The hard erection in his suit pants rubs on my wet sex, grinding into me deliciously. The scrape of rough cloth on the delicate skin my inner thighs and hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves at my clit sets off shooting stars in me, driving me wild, a mindless, needy thing. Panting, I roll my hips to meet that scrape and rub.

He strokes the corner of my mouth, eyes locked on mine, while all I can do is whimper.

"I would fuck you every day," he says hoarsely. "Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. I would keep you as my dirty secret. My own. I wouldn't share you with the world. That's the offer on the table now. I break the contract and you belong to me instead of Stay Gold. And I will put you on your knees and fuck your mouth and then turn you around and take your sweet, little, pink pussy all for myself right now."

Tingles light up in my lips where he touches them. His dick in my mouth? I want it. I've never been talked to like this before, and it's setting me on fire.

Without realizing it, I've wrapped my legs around his hips to pull him closer.

"And if I refuse?" I rotate my hips into his, planting my heels on his ass so he can't escape. "If I refuse to be yours and yours alone, no one else, no performances, no stage where everyone can watch and listen to me singing?"

I've decided. If he wants to fuck me, he can, but on my terms. The Stay Gold is prison enough.

He inhales sharply. Grabbing a handful of hair at the base of my neck, he pulls it, forcing my head up and my back to arch. My quivering legs widen and nothing is between us but a few thin layers of cloth.

So little.

So much.

His eyes are coals as he takes in my naked chest, my exposed neck, and open mouth. I flick the end of my tongue over my upper lip—another invitation. He wants me.

I don't want to break the contract. I want to break him.

I want to break him while getting everything I desire.

Devon has always gotten what he wanted, his entire life. Brought up rich and spoiled, living life on his terms, getting kicked out of schools, only to be sent to another exclusive one where he would raise hell again and again. Every girl, every toy, every opportunity—always his for the taking.

This time, I will get what I want, or we'll be both be disappointed. Either way, he doesn't win tonight.

"My best friend's little sister," he says, voice scraping over my heart. "I can't protect you from me if you aren't locked into a contract with Stay Gold and the rules are in place around you. Either you agree to sing down here as per our agreement, or I end the contract and take you for mine. This offer—you—on the table, is all because I want to fuck you until you can't walk."

"Break your rules for me."

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