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Jealousy slammed through me, and I covered her with my body, gripping her wrists already crossed and pinned over her head, then taking my cock in hand, I pressed the head to her slick-as-fuck opening and slid inside.

I growled as the aftershocks of her orgasm had her clutching me. She was feverish, hair damp at her temples, cheeks dark, lips parted with her cries, with her begging for more. I started fucking her, deep, long strokes, in time with the way her hips were already moving. Giving her the monster, being the monster in her dreams but taking her back, taking what was mine, what would always be mine no matter what.

Sophia started rocking faster, begging and crying for more, for harder, faster, and I gave it to her, slamming into her like the monster she was seeing in her dream.

Her lids snapped open suddenly and she gasped, jerking against my hold, eyes wide with alarm—but just for a split second, then her gaze sliced down my face, my chest, to what I was doing to her, then back up to me.

“Oh fuck,” she rasped, her eyes rolling back.

“That’s right, pet, the monster fucked you awake like you wanted, because you are mine, you belong to this monster, not the fucker in your dreams.”

“Don’t stop,” she groaned.

I fucked her harder. “Dirty fucking girl. Sheets soaked from that pussy. Begging me to fuck you in your sleep.”

“Y-yes, only you. I only want you.” She arched under me, straining, and came again, calling my name.

I kept up the pace, not slowing, grunting and growling, utterly lost as I came hard, pumping her full and claiming her again, like I did every time I fucked my wife.

She’s not your wife anymore.

I growled, angry with Sophia, with myself for trusting her, for letting her get under my skin like I had.

I didn’t release her wrists, not while I fought to catch my breath. I didn’t want her to touch me, not then. Maybe that made me weak, but if I let her touch me, I don’t know if I’d be able to walk back out of this room.

As soon as I got my shit together, I did what I had to, I got out of bed and walked out.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sophia

It was late, and I’d been fighting sleep for hours.

Cillian finally came to me last night, after several days of nothing, and I wanted him to come to me again. My body still ached in the best way. It’d been amazing, everything I’d fantasized about…except for that part where he got up afterward and left. I’d wanted him to stay, to hold me like he used to.

God, I missed him so much.

My lids grew heavier, I tried to fight it, but it was impossible.

But even when I did fall asleep, it wasn’t deeply. I tossed and turned. One dream after another, most of them nightmares.

The monster chased me, running faster and faster, its snarls getting closer. I screamed again as he swiped his clawed hand, barely missing me. I spun back and its glowing green eyes bore into me, watching, always watching. My heart pounded harder in my chest.

“Stop,” he snarled. “Don’t you dare fucking run from me.”

I did as he said, as if my feet were encased in concrete, and he stepped out of the shadows. Cillian. His eyes were bright, burning into me. He was naked and covered in blood.

“What are you going to do to me?” I said, breathing hard.

“Exactly what my beauty wants me to do.” He reached down, wrapping clawed fingers around his cock that jutted from him, so long and hard. Then he was there, grabbing me roughly and forcing me down on the ground. He shoved my legs wide, and his eyes flashed as he slammed inside me.

I woke, a cry of pleasure still falling from my lips as I blinked into the darkness, but this time I wasn’t alone.

Rough hands slid up the front of my top and I stilled, until I smelled Cillian’s soap, the deodorant he used. He was breathing heavily, his cock hard against my ass.

“Another dirty dream?” he growled against my ear. “Who were you dreaming about?”

“You,” I whispered, trembling, still trapped between this room and the dream.

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