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The studio is dark except for the red glow of the booth light bleeding through the glass

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The studio is dark except for the red glow of the booth light bleeding through the glass. I'm supposed to be laying down the last ad-lib, but Hendrix has killed the track and locked the control-room door behind him.

"You're holding back again, Mariella." His voice is low, rough from the blunt he shouldn't have lit in here. "Sing it like you hate me."

I grip the headphones around my neck, pulse hammering. "I don't hate you."

He steps into the booth, crowding me against the mic stand until the cold metal bites my spine. "Liar." His hand slides up my throat, thumb pressing just under my jaw—possessive, testing. "You've been wet for me since the night I watched you mop that shitty diner floor in those torn fishnets."

Heat floods my cheeks, my thighs. "You're sick."

"And you're dripping." He drags my skirt higher, fingers finding the truth through soaked lace. I whimper despite myself. "Tell me to stop, baby. Say the word and I walk."

I should. God, I should.

Instead my hips roll into his hand.

"That's my good girl," he growls against my ear, shoving two fingers deep without warning. My moan echoes raw in the headphones still dangling at my chest. "Now sing it like you mean it—like you've been mine since the first time I jerked off in my car watching you close up alone."

He curls his fingers, ruthless, thumb circling my clit until my knees buckle. The mic catches every broken gasp.

"Hendrix—"

"Say it." He bites my neck hard enough to bruise. "Say who you belong to while you come all over the hand that's owned you for months."

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 18 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 18 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

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