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“Alison, if you want me to stop, use your safeword.” Otherwise, Harker had no intention of stopping until he f****d her. He stepped in front of her and dropped to his knees, her body tightening around his fingers.
“Stop.” Alison’s eyes darted over his head.
They were starting to draw the attention of more people. Stop wasn’t something that was said often at La Petite Mort Club. Red or yellow wouldn’t have made anyone blink but stop was a newbie word and the patrons loved watching a novice learn.
“Look at me.” He stared up at her and her eyes dropped to his. He pulled his fingers from her body and slid them into his mouth. She tasted delicious—sweet with a tang of tart, just like her personality.
Her breath hitched but then her eyes darted over his head and to the side. Her bo
