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I feel him pulse in my ass, body tensing as his orgasm rushes through him. His teeth sink into my throat, and I groan along with him. We stay like that for a moment, his hot breath ghosting across my jaw as he comes down from the dopamine rush.

“Time’s up, kitten.” Without warning, he lifts me off his lap, dropping me on the ground in front of him. Demanding hands flip me onto my back again.

“Callum, please.” He sighs, moving to hover over my body with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He places one hand on either side of my chest, ensuring no part of him brushes against any part of me.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg for me.”

“Then fucking touch me.”

“You might want to rethink that tone, kitten,” Callum’s eyes rake hungrily down the front of my body.

Every part of me wants to tell him to choke on a bag of dicks, but I know he’ll never let me come if I get angry with him now. “I’m sorry,” I have to force myself not to grit my teeth around the words. “Please, Callum. I need to come. I need you to make me come. I need your hands, and your mouth, and your—”

“No.”

“No?” I snap, fists clenching at my sides to stop myself from reaching out and punching him in the throat. “Why not?”

“Because,” he bends closer, our noses nearly brushing as he brings our faces within inches of one another. “I chose wrong, too.”

I’m still struggling to make sense of his words when Lachlan’s amused voice breaks through the air, the front door swinging open next to my head. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this fun?”

He looks odd from this angle, upside down and a little sideways, and I can’t quite make out the object he tosses through the air. Callum catches it one-handed, immediately bringing it to his mouth. I don’t realize he’s pulling the cap off a syringe until it’s too late.

I fight against the sting of a needle piercing my neck, but Callum has me pinned beneath him. As the world collapses in at the edges, I can’t help but think of every time I wished Callum would come back and save me. Now that he’s here, I realize my mistake.

Callum MacAlister was never my savior.

He has always been my demise.

Three: Tale As Old As Time

CALLUM

Lachlan: I’m dropping a Kitten at your house.

Callum: The fuck you are.

Callum: LACHLAN.

Callum: ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE.

Lachlan: Too late.

Lachlan: Don’t kill her before I get back.

. . . .

Callum: If you’re not here in the next twenty minutes, she’s dead.

Lachlan: But we need her NOT dead, Doc.

Callum: Then bring something to sedate her.

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Those bright green eyes go wide, hurt and anger pouring from them as Rosalind thrashes in my arms. It doesn’t last long, the effects of the drug quickly pulling her under. The moment she stops fighting, I breathe a sigh of relief.

As kind as time has been to her, her face is softer now. I can see the start of several wrinkles along her eyes and mouth that blend seamlessly with the thin white scars littering her cheeks and lips. I’d guess her nose has been broken at least two times since I last saw her, and there’s a deep line cutting through her left brow that wasn’t there before.

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