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for a short time.” He actually smiled at me, reaching out and brushing away the cracker crumbs from my face. “Happy Thirtieth Birthday, Sigmund Edward Xavier.”
    My teeth clacked together as he pushed my jaw closed. I hadn’t even realized I’d been gawping. He took a finger and dragged it through the icing, holding the sugared digit to my face. When I refused to open my mouth, he flicked it across my lips, pressing lightly at one corner, pushing it in. I opened my jaw just as he had trained me to do whenever he presented his cock to me in this way, and then he stroked my tongue with his finger, smearing the icing around, before pulling his finger free.
    “ Good boy.” He smiled sweetly at me. “I know everything about you, Sex. I knew all about you when I first found you in that bar. I was supposed to kill you that night, but you were so miserable that you were irresistibly desirable. Yes, I drugged you. Yes, I kidnapped you.”
    He stuck another finger covered with icing in my face. He mocked me as he thrust it in and out of my mouth, running the icing over my tongue. It was sweet, and sugary, and tasted nothing like this last bitter year that I had suffered. A whole year was lost. My twenty-ninth year was gone.
    “ And yes, I loved you, even when you fought me. I will admit to raping you when you defied me, but that does not mean it has to continue that way. It will depend on your choice.” Marcus pulled his finger out of my mouth. “Oh, you have some icing on your…here, let me get it.”
    Marcus’s tongue was in my mouth quicker than I expected. There was no place to go. There was nothing to do but let him do as he wanted, with my hands curled into useless fists behind me.
    Wait a minute. What do you mean, you knew all about me?
    Marcus sat up away from me, and he reached for my throat. I tensed as he took the neck of my shirt and tore at it, wrenching it open, ripping it so that it hung off my shoulders.
    “ How do you think I maintain this place?” he asked me. I had no idea and so kept quiet. “My talents are sold to the highest bidder. No secret is safe from me. If the House tells me to dispose of my target, I do by simply ripping their minds open, ferreting out what I need, and leaving the remaining mess to die a quick but horrible death.”
    His fingers toyed with my nipples. He was saying something important, and I had to force myself to listen as he pinched my left nipple. I arched backwards, shoving my chest into his hand. Fuck. My body has accepted him. He plays me like a whore, his very own special private sex toy. I was nothing but a willing hole.
    Marcus looked at me with a knowing expression on his face. He had heard that, even though I hadn’t directly thought it. He took his hands off my body and placed a kiss on my forehead.
    “ Your company knew what you had done, Sigmund. They only hired me to confirm it. Why do you think you had a headache all that week? That was me, taking a cruise through your mind. I liked you then, though not as much as now, of course. They hunted down the data that you stole and retrieved it quite quickly, for humans. When I got the order to kill you, the company arranged for you to end up at that bar, using the pretext of your birthday. They did not care what happened to you; they just wanted you to disappear. I have defied my orders in order to keep you by my side. I have never challenged the House before. I have given you a year of life—a life that should have ended that very day three hundred and sixty-five days ago. What do you offer me in return?”
    I just stared at him. This hell wasn’t an unfortunate accident? It was planned? It had all been planned because I’d been stupid and careless?
    My family!
    Marcus turned, set the cake down on the table beside him, and pinched off a huge piece of spongy sweetness. He rammed the chunk of vanilla goodness into my mouth as he continued talking to me.
    “ They just targeted you, based on my recommendation. I