The words hit me like a whip across the face.
“It was me.”
Elias’s voice was low, calm, and devastating as he thrust deep into my p***y, buried to the hilt while nine other masked Masters watched and stroked their c***s around us.
I froze on top of him, my body still trembling from the orgasm I’d been riding moments ago. My mind reeled.
“You…?” I whispered, voice cracking. “All of it? The videos? The threats? The intern? The boardroom?”
Elias gripped my hips tighter and rolled his hips slowly, grinding his thick c**k against my walls as he looked straight into my eyes.
“Every single one,” he admitted, his voice dark with lust and something like obsession. “I couldn’t let you go like that after everything. I needed you completely. So I became the shadow that controlled you.”
A broken
