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I thought by now I’d already be half-hard, but I’m not. I’m content just to pleasure her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and loving the way her taste lingers on my tongue.

Bree pants as she looks up at me, her hazel eyes blown with lust as she tries to catch her breath.

I lie down next to her, feeling satisfied, and dare I say it? Happy.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy, this content. It’s like there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

“At least we’re good at something,” she mumbles against my chest, nuzzling against me before biting me on the right pec.

I jump, yelping. “Ouch! Okay, shark tooth.”

She looks up at me, giggling. “Did you just say shark tooth?”

“Yeah, you know, like in that kid’s dinosaur movie.”

“It’s not shark tooth, you dummy. It’s sharp tooth.” She lets out peals of laughter that are contagious, and I join her.

When she calms down, she snuggles tight against me, pulling the sheets and duvet over both of us.

“We are good at this,” I answer, but I think she’s already asleep because her breath is steady and even against my skin.

Her head is on my chest, and I’m glad she’s asleep so she can’t feel my heart beating too hard.

That certainly hadn’t gone the way I expected it to. My plan was to fuck all of these confused feelings out, channel my anger at her father, at this whole situation. But I don’t feel angry at all. It’s the opposite.

I stare up at the ceiling, thinking that fear and panic are going to send a cloud of despair over me, but instead, I just feel comfortable and tired. It’s nearing daylight, after all, and I have Bree next to me.

I don’t think I've ever fallen asleep so quickly in my life.

I’m doomed.

16

BREE

It’s been a few days since Declan and I had sex. And it was even more confusing than the Vegas trip, to be honest. It was like he was making love to me instead of just fucking me, and I have no idea how to deal with the feelings it brings up.

Now it’s Monday, and once again, Declan is out. In fact, this happens every Monday like clockwork.

Maybe this is something I can use to escape. It might be the only way I could get past him.

Gray isn’t here on Mondays either, so they might be doing jobs together.

The sisters are almost always home, but often Lara will be in her room and Paige will be out with friends, especially now that she is looking for a place to move out.

Usually on Mondays, I don’t see a single family member until dinner, when everyone comes together again, just like they do nearly every night.

They work together, eat together, and live together, and although occasionally I’ll see Declan and Gray butt heads, it’s not that serious or that often.

I can’t imagine living in a household like that. I love my brother Rory, but he also drove me crazy, and we often argued while he was living at home. I know he loves me, and we are closer now, but I also know that he prefers to have nothing to do with our family business. I haven’t seen him in so long now. Over a year.

My brain keeps telling me to formulate a plan, to run, escape, but my heart is saying something else entirely. My heart is saying that I may be falling in love with Declan Burke.

And what does that say about me? Have I developed some kind of odd Stockholm syndrome? He literally kidnapped me and forced me to marry him.

There’s something broken inside me, evidently. Because otherwise, who would start falling for their captor?

And deep down, I know that Declan and his family plan to hurt my father. Maybe even kill him.

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