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  “No?”

  “No.”

  She said it so firmly that he almost believed her. Except that she was the senator’s daughter, which meant deception was in her DNA.

  “Your school would really expel you for holding hands with some dude?”

  “Getting caught holding hands is four demerits. Kissing is ten.” Her back was stiff, but he could hear the little edge of disgust in her voice. Maybe she wasn’t quite as prudish as she acted. “Sleeping over at the residence of someone of the opposite sex automatically triggers a hearing in front of the disciplinary board.”

  “Sounds rough. You can’t live off-campus?”

  She glanced up at him, expression suspicious, but answered anyway. “Not unless I get married. Unmarried students have to live in the dorms. My dad would never be okay with me getting my own apartment even if the school would.”

  “Makes sense.” He didn’t know why he was pushing her like this, especially given what was about to happen. He just had this sudden desire to figure her out. “Gotta make sure you save all that handholding for your wedding night.”

  “You might be surprised.” A small smile tipped the edge of her mouth so briefly that he almost missed it. Then her face returned to its serious mask. “You have to promise me something.”

  “No. I don’t.” He didn’t mind reminding her who was in charge here. Just because he was willing to try something besides cutting off her finger didn’t mean she was suddenly calling the shots. “But you can go ahead and ask.”

  She frowned and bit her lip. “The video that we’re going to make… it’s just a threat, right? My dad will respond, I know it. And when he does, you have to promise that you’ll destroy it.”

  “You that worried about your reputation?”

  “I’m not worried about me,” she snapped. “I’m worried about my father. Something like this getting out would destroy him. He’ll never be elected president if people find out that his daughter made a sex tape.”

  “I’m surprised you’re not more concerned about what’s going to happen to you.”

  “Should I be more concerned?” Her gaze was level on his, without an apparent ounce of fear. He would’ve been impressed if he hadn’t caught the slight shaking of her hands. “You said nothing would happen if I cooperated.”

  “And if your father cooperates.”

  “Are you going to kill me?”

  “I don’t want to.” It was the only honest thing left to say. He turned away to check the battery on the camera because he didn’t want her to see the direction of his thoughts in his eyes. “Let’s get this done.”

  She slowly rose from the table. “This will work.”

  It has to or else, remained unspoken between them.

  Hunt pushed his chair back from the table. “It has to look real. Keep that in mind.”

  She frowned at him. “This was my idea, remember?”

  “I’m just trying to make sure you don’t need a second take.”

  Her gaze flitted up to meet his, but she quickly looked away. “How chivalrous.”

  For a moment, he almost wished that he could do away with the mask, let her see who she was really dealing with. Most people didn’t see the beast curled up inside him waiting for the chance to take over, but he wondered if she would.

  An important barrier had broken down between them, he realized. Their relationship was no longer the simple one of a captor and his captive. She had asked for something and he had conceded. Things had changed. And once they had done this, there wouldn’t be any going back.

  When Hunt spread his legs, Sophia knelt on the floor between his knees. She seemed more at his mercy in that moment than she did when he was holding a knife to her throat.

  He shouldn’t like that, but he did.

  Hunt leaned back in the chair and held the camera so it rested against his shoulder. The viewfinder was tilted so he could still see the picture. Her entire face and his body from the chest down were in the frame.

  Her hands trembled a few inches away from the crotch of his pants.

  “You sure you’re this good of an actress?” he said.

  “I know I’m not.”

  He didn’t understand what she meant by that, but then her hands were on him and he was no longer thinking about anything logical at all.

  Short nails scratched down the denim covering his crotch. The slight noise was as loud as a gunshot in the silence broken only by the sound of their breathing. It took a few tries for her to undo the button with fingers that shook like leaves in a strong wind. She glanced up at him but he deliberately kept his face impassive, giving her nothing.

  “Careful,” he murmured when she started to pull hard on the zipper. His hips came up to help her pull the jeans down his hips. The front of his boxers were tented with the hard-on he’d had pretty much constantly since he perched in the trees outside her bedroom window and watched her come out of the shower.

  And his beast was loving the power imbalance shit; even just her on her knees in front of him was enough for him to feel the first stirrings of heat.

  Sophia pulled the boxers down and his cock sprang free. Hunt watched her face but she didn’t look up at him. The tip of her tongue escaped to lightly lick her lips. The expression on her face almost looked like arousal. For a minute, he could almost convince himself that she wanted to do this.

  It was a trick, he reminded himself, a play for the camera. Wasn’t that the point of all this? The video had to look real to be of any use. The little bitch just wanted to keep all of her fingers.

  But it still felt real when her hands slid slowly up his thighs. One hand curled around the base of him as her head moved down. A fall of dark hair swung over her shoulders, tickling the skin of his thighs. He gathered it up with the hand not holding the camera. Partially because he didn’t want her hair to obscure the view of her face, but mostly because he liked the sense of control. He used his hold on her scalp to urge her head closer, not quite enough to be painful.

  He felt the heat of her mouth as her lips parted just at the tip of his cock. She breathed out, and it was like a light caress. His balls tightened, far too close to coming when she hadn’t even put her mouth on him yet. He hadn’t been this eager, or this easy to bring to the edge, since he was a horny teenager.

  Enough of this, he thought.

  His hips surged forward as the hand twisted in her hair forced her head down. He sank into the velvet heat of her mouth as a wave of pleasure rolled over him. He wondered distantly if this was what heaven felt like—not that he’d ever get the chance to find out after all the things he’d done.

  Her hands flattened on his thighs like she was going to try to push away, but instead her fingers dug into skin and she pressed closer, taking him even deeper down her throat. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to grab the back of her head and fuck her face, make her take every inch until he bottomed out.

  But he knew that would only hurt her; he was too large for that. The serum that had been forced into his veins at Project Alpha increased blood flow and now his cock grew impressively large when erect. If he forced her to take it all, at best she’d choke and at worst it could do real damage.

  And it couldn’t look like she was being forced. Hunt forced himself to relax into the sensation of her mouth moving up and down on him. He slipped the voice synthesizer out from underneath his mask.

  “Deeper,” he groaned before he could stop himself.

  Sophia glanced up at the sound of his unaltered voice. But to his surprise, she complied. Instinctively, she relaxed the back of her throat and took in more of him. An electric shock of heat shot down his dick, settling at the pit of his belly. It might be the most amazing thing he had ever felt.

  His dick had been sucked before, obviously, but there was something different about this. Maybe it was the muggy heat and the sweat coating their skin or the fact that none of it was on the right side of consensual. But he felt like he was sixteen again and ge
tting the first blowjob of his life.

  For the first time, his beast was sated without violence. With her mouth and hands on him, he experienced a blessed reprieve from the dark thoughts of destruction and dismemberment that always filtered through his mind. For the first time, he was fully in the moment without the rage of his beast threatening his self-control.

  “Just like that, baby. You’re so good.”

  And she was good, he had to acknowledge, even if it was just an act for the camera. Girl deserved a fucking Academy Award.

  His hips mirrored her movements, forcing her to take more of him and faster. He had teetered on the edge since she first touched him, but he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

  Hunt turned his gaze to the camera so he could watch her head bob up and down in the viewfinder. That small bit of separation made it easier for him to hold on to the fine edge of control.

  Even though he knew she was doing this under duress and that she’d probably bite the end of his dick off if she thought she could get away with it, he still didn’t want the encounter to end.

  “You’re going to let me come in your mouth,” he said, and not like it was a question. He wondered if this would be the point when her little act got to be too much. How far would she let him go?

  Finally, the temptation became too much to bear.

  His hand twisted harder in her hair, gripping a hank of it by the root. He used the leverage to push her down onto him until her lips lightly kissed the skin at the base of his cock. He could see her throat bulge around him as the exquisite pleasure of being lodged deep in her nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

  Sophia gagged and her hands caught on his thighs but he still didn’t let up the pressure at the back of her head. But to his surprise, she didn’t try to pull away or fight him. He felt the muscles relax at the back of her throat as she fought her own body’s reaction to the invasion.

  For one shining moment, he could almost believe that it wasn’t an act. There was something between them, like a connection or an understanding. Not enough to change the reality of what they were, but enough to feel like something that mattered.

  “You’re my little fucking whore,” he said, playing it up for the camera—or so he told himself. “You look so nice when you take it all.”

  The filthy words tasted like sugar on his tongue. Maybe he was just saying it to make the video look good, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. He did want her to be his whore.

  Her eyes rolled up to meet his, but the expression in them wasn’t frightened or angry. The gaze she lifted to him was full of arousal. The heat between them was enough to power its own sun.

  The sides of her breasts pressed against the inside of his thighs. He could feel the softness of her flesh even through the thick denim that was pulled halfway down his hips.

  He kept the camera steady with an effort. All he wanted to do was toss it aside, pick her up and throw her over the table. Being inside of her in just this small way was nowhere near enough.

  The pressure of her mouth increased and he groaned.

  He held the camera up and zoomed it in on her face. Wetness coated her lashes and her beautiful mouth stretched wide as she struggled to wrap her lips around his cock. It was an image he wanted to keep frozen in his mind forever.

  She was moving faster now, using her hands around his shaft as a counterpoint to her mouth. Even though she was on her knees in front of him and his dick was shoved halfway down her throat, it felt like a play for power. They were fighting for control of the moment. She was trying to get it back on her terms.

  “You ready for me, baby?” he asked, voice husky. “You ready to take it all?”

  He tried to remember that it didn’t matter who she was as a person. She was just a means to end so that they could get the information that they needed. And at that moment, she was nothing more than a hot mouth and soft hands.

  Their eyes met. He saw the challenge in her gaze and something else that he didn’t have a name for. But he somehow knew she saw the same thing in him.

  And then it felt real again, even though he knew that he was just making up fantasies in his head. But it still felt like it wasn’t just play-acting and they were both exactly where they wanted to be.

  And then he came harder than he had in a long time. Shivers of pleasure coursed down his spine and weakened his knees.

  The hand he had twined in her hair kept her from pulling away. But she didn’t try. Muscles in her throat rhythmically corded and relaxed as she swallowed. The camera tipped from his hands. It didn’t hit the floor only because of the safety strap wrapped around his wrist. He almost didn’t care about the camera even though this was the video that would finally lead them to Project Alpha. In that moment, all that mattered was the two of them.

  Even his beast was sated, curling around his soul and settling down with satisfaction.

  She was perfect. And that was enough to make her dangerous.

  Chapter Eight

  Sophia had never seen a man naked before, much less put her mouth on him.

  But she’d thought about it. She’d thought about it more than she should have. When one of the few attractive guys at Conscience had sat next to her during the daily convocation—always at least arm’s length away for the sake of decency—she wondered what it would be like to put her hands on him, or her mouth. She had fantasized what it would be like to have his hands on her.

  Terrible things happened in her dreams. She was always running and she was always being chased. And when she was caught by the faceless man who pursued her, he shoved her to the ground and forced her to do things that she didn’t even have the words to describe.

  She knew it was sinful to wake up drenched in sweat with her fingers moving feverishly between her legs until they were sticky and coated. And most of the time she did feel ashamed, even if part of her desperately yearned for the dreams to become a reality.

  It wasn’t something that she would ever admit to anyone, not her “friends” at school or even Magda, who was the closest thing that she had to a mother.

  But then Sophia would think of her actual mother, who did something so shameful that her father practically had her scrubbed from history. Something so shameful that she never even heard the whole story, though she’d gathered enough from the hints and innuendo dropped by relatives over the years.

  Her mother had been just like her—desperate to turn fantasy into reality—and it had gotten her killed.

  All of that happened a long time ago, before she was old enough to create the kind of memories that you can remember when you’re an adult. That was before her father’s political career and his rabid desire to create the perfect family, not just for the public but for himself too, became the most important thing to him.

  That was why Sophia put up with letting her father run her life, limiting her independence and sticking her in a place like Conscience College where her actions could be monitored all the time. She had let it happen because she truly feared what would become of her when someone else was no longer in control of her.

  What would she become?

  She should hate Jason, or whatever his real name was. She should feel like a victim who had been irreparably brutalized.

  But instead, she couldn’t stop thinking about how good it had felt to bring him off like that. She had been at his mercy but he was at her mercy, too. She had felt used, but also strangely powerful.

  And if he had forced her up against a wall and tried to take everything from her right there, she might have let him.

  It was sick.

  Jason didn’t say anything as he led her back down the hallway toward the room where they’d kept her chained up. She could still hear his voice in her head, whispering filthy words as he forced himself down her throat. Filthy words that he had said in his real voice.

  That voice would haunt her dreams.

  As twisted as it might sound, she hadn’t been thinking about how filthy and dis
gusting it was that they had made her do this. She was not thinking about what it was going to do to her father to see her like that when they sent him the video.

  All she could think was that she wanted to see Jason’s face. The way he looked at her through the mask, it was as if some energy passed between them. Something she couldn’t even begin to describe. She wanted to complete the half-formed image in her mind.

  What the hell was wrong with her?

  Freddy leaned against the wall in the hallway. The minute she saw him and his eyes cruelly intent on her as she approached, Sophia realized that she should have tried to run. If she had waited until Jason was post-orgasmic and strung out, maybe she would have had a chance to get away.

  Instead, she was wandering around the spider’s web like the idiot fly who ignored the danger until it was too late.

  “That didn’t take long.” There was an obvious smirk in his voice even with the synthesizer. “I hope you got something good.”

  Jason tossed him the camera and Freddy caught it one-handed. She hoped he would just take it and go, but instead Freddy just stayed in the hallway and watched them.

  “Get that sent off immediately,” Jason said. “Make sure the senator knows that if we don’t get a response, the video goes wide.”

  “Maybe we could put it up on one of those amateur porn sites and make some money.” Freddy’s voice was mocking. “Was she any good? Could be a new career for her when this tanks daddy’s political aspirations.”

  Sophia resisted the urge to shrink into herself. She refused to let him know how disgusting it made her feel to think that anyone might see that video. It wasn’t enough that she had to do it, he had to make her feel like a whore on top of everything else.

  “That’s enough,” Jason said, surprising her. “Just take care of it.”

  The command in his voice was unmistakable. She knew the other man heard it too. She wouldn’t exactly call it coming to her rescue, but she would take what she could get for now.

  “Are you planning to share if there’s a round two?” Freddy’s leering gaze sent a shiver of disgust rolling down her spine. She instinctively moved closer to Jason. Even though he had just finished basically assaulting her, strangely he was the one that she felt safest with. If safe was even something she was capable of feeling anymore.