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I smile at her, at her words, and kiss across to her hip bone, giving a tiny bite there and then licking it better.

When I reach between her legs, I ignore her pussy and work my way down her right leg until I reach her foot. I kiss each perfect toe, and then do the same back up her left leg. She tastes delicious. Her skin is as soft as velvet and as smooth as silk. I relish the feel of her against my lips as I work my way back to that place between her legs, where she's already glistening with arousal for me.

I part her folds and gently lick her. I want to make her come, but I also want this first one to be gentle. I keep the flicks of my tongue light, and when she starts to whimper and moan, I slowly push my tongue inside her, groaning at the taste of her.

A dark part of me—that sick, wild part—tries to break free in this moment, but I ruthlessly push it back down.

As she breaks and comes around me, I keep gently working her with my tongue until she falls back against the bed, panting like she's just run up two flights of stairs.

Lazily, I kiss my way up her body until I reach her face, which I take in my hands. For a long beat, we simply stare at one another, and then I'm kissing her again and she's kissing me right back. Her arms snake around me, and her legs too, and I don't know where I end and she begins.

She hitches her hips upward, and I pause. “Are you sore?”

I’m aware that she had both Dom and Tino inside her at the same time, and I don’t want to hurt her.

“A little,” she admits, “but I know you’ll be gentle.”

She knows I will, and that means everything to me. She still trusts me, even after what I did. I press down, then I'm inside her, her wet heat enveloping me. I lick and suck at the side of her neck, nibbling the delicate shell of her ear, as I move in and out of her.

Her muscles grip me, and even though this is slow and lazy, she’s still clamping deliciously around me.

Scenes from that basement push their way back into my mind, but I refuse them entry.

This is why I am not like my father. He would never have been capable of this. The way he treated my mother was never with tenderness or compassion. Everything about him was hard, vicious, and cruel.

I can be those things if needs be. I will be them for our Duchess if she needs protecting, and will be them for my friends. However, I will not show those tendencies toward Mackenzie, unless she wants me to, in bed.

Her pussy is soaking, and she grinds hard against me as we become more heated in our movements. I’m chasing that high, craving that moment I fall over the edge into bliss. Into her.

When it comes, the pleasure crashes over me in big, rolling waves.

Mackenzie gives a soft cry and pulses around me as she joins me, clinging tightly to me. I fill her with myself, and even when I’m finished, I still keep moving inside her. I slide in and out, relishing the sensation of her wetness and my seed mingling together.

For a crazy moment, I let myself fantasize that I get her pregnant like my father wanted. That I am the one who puts a baby inside her.

If I did have a baby with her, if we all did, we'd need to step up to the plate and be much better fathers than we ever had for ourselves. We’d need to vow to break that generational curse together.

I just hope I can be man enough to do that for her.

Chapter 26

Tino

I’m pacing the den, unsure what the hell to do with myself. Mackenzie has been taken to her mother, Dom is with his dad, and Kirill is still lost in whatever fucked up world he’s ended up in since the cabin. They’ve all been gone a long time, and I’m getting worried.

I’ve taken a couple of Oxy. My leg was throbbing again, especially after landing on it badly in the cabin, and I needed to take the edge off my anxiety about Nataniele catching us like that. It was fucking humiliating to have him order us about like we were stupid little kids. I hate he saw Kenzie all exposed, especially after what Kirill’s fucked-up father did to her.

I’m filled with guilt about taking the pills, but I promise myself I’ll stop again, just as soon as all this shit settles down. I can do it. I did it before, right? And I’m not addicted this time. It’s purely for the pain and the recent situation. Not a need. Not the way it was before.

Footsteps come from outside, and Mackenzie and Kirill burst back into the room. They’re holding hands, and Mackenzie glows as if she’s taken an afternoon at the spa. I might have been jealous before, but now I take it as a good sign. We need Kirill back on board and for Kenzie to be happy. For that to happen, I truly believe she needs all three of us.

“Hey, have you two seen Dom?” I ask them.

Kenzie shakes her head. “Not yet. He was still with his dad, last I knew. I bet he’s getting so much shit. I did. My mom was horrible to me, but she doesn’t understand. None of them do, so we have to show them.”

There’s a determination in the set of her chin and a new sense of calmness to her, as if she’s seen how bad the world can be, and a little bit of parental disapproval can’t hurt now.

“We need to create a united front.” She nods as if agreeing with herself. “It’s the only way Nataniele and my mom are going to understand what we are—who we are. That we’re serious about each other, and a bunch of threats isn’t going to change anything. We’re adults now. We get to choose who we’re with, not them.”

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