89. FELIX YEATS (POV)

My hands wrap around her thighs, lifting her up easily and setting her down on the table, facing me. I step between her legs, feeling the heat of her skin radiate against mine. Before I go any further—before I fuck her the way she’s begging for—I need to make something clear.

“The man in the hoodie…...

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