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Mathijs straddles my thighs with his, blocking out the cold, and yanks a cry out of me when he fills me in one fell swoop. Whatever stretch I felt around his fingers is nothing compared to the ecstasy of this. It’s everything I could hope for and more.

“Fuck,” he groans at the same time I buckle forward. It’s a miracle the sniper hasn’t fallen out of my hold. “Why’d you stop? Take the shot.”

My fingers shake as I grip the rifle and bring it back into position. It’s impossible to line it up when my vision is so hazy. Now, I don’t think I’ll even make it in the general direction of the target. Each roll of his hips rocks me forward. If it weren’t for all the time I spent sitting in the back of a truck, gun aimed, the sniper would have flown from my fingers a long time ago.

The shot rings through the clearing. Little gasps force out of me with each one of his thrusts. All I can hear are the lewd, wet sounds as he slams into me.

“You’re doing so well, Lieverd.” His voice is husky as his hand moves beneath my shirt to cup my breast. “Just pretend I’m not even here.”

My nails dig into the metal of the weapon at the way he twists my nipple. I’m breaking every single cardinal rule of using firearms, because I point at a tree less than half a mile away and shoot. The bullet hits the very center of it. Bark explodes everywhere from the use of long-distance ammo on a close shot.

Mathijs’s pace becomes more relentless, more desperate. As if seeing me handle a gun is making him lose his mind. The realization of it hits me like a ton of bricks, and my lungs seize. Every part of me does. The orgasm rips through me without warning. The cry that tears past my lips echoes between the trees.

I don’t bother trying to stop my moans. I even give up holding the weapon while my eyes roll to the back of my head and I fall to the ground to lift my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

All it takes is the pinch of my nipples and the push of my lower back against the blanket, and blinding light impairs my vision. Liquid white heat burns through my veins. My core spasms and tightens around him, prolonging my orgasm to a point where I can’t figure out which way is up and which is down.

Dots dance behind my eyes as his thrusts become animalistic. I swear I can taste him at the back of my throat. He finishes with a groan, spilling his come into me. Mathijs’s hands land on either side of my head, and a laugh bubbles out of him as he presses a kiss against my temple. “Ik ben duizend keer voor je gevallen, Lieverd.”

I frown, unsure what he’s saying. He was never the best at speaking Dutch, but it never stopped him from trying. Either way, I try to get ahold of my trembling body, but my clit is so sensitive, even the breeze feels too damn much. At the same time, the only thing that would make this perfect is if I could close my eyes and fall asleep with him still inside me. The exhaustion of life and sex has rendered my bones numb, but right now, I could almost fool myself into believing that whatever comes next will be easy.

“Did you get the shot?” he asks, still on top of me.

We both grab a scope and look through it. I still at the same time he barks out a laugh.

I hit the target in the balls.

Chapter 11

ZALAK

It’s pretty.

Too pretty.

That word and I are no longer acquainted. It feels wrong to use it, let alone wear the lie.

Cold sweat snakes down my spine at the thought of seeing Mathijs. I don’t regret what we did in the woods two days ago. But it was inevitable that something would shift between us after taking the plunge. I don’t know where to go from here, and… I don’t think I can stay here anymore.

When I saw him yesterday, he practically had a skip in his step. This afternoon he was basically wearing heart-eyed sunglasses. It made my heart double in size and brought back feelings of hope and contentment. Maybe there is something good in store for me. Maybe I’ve gotten over my fears. Maybe I’m the same person I was before everything blew up.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

But everything good comes crashing down.

I stare at the text from Mathijs again.

Mathijs: There’s a dress for you in front of your door. Wear it. I need you to accompany me to a dinner date tonight.

Not accompany him as his date.

Not just accompany him to a meeting.

He’s getting me dressed up so I can sit there and watch him have his date. The pit in my stomach makes me nauseous. This is the very last thing I expected from him, and I feel so fucking stupid for letting him in when he never intended on staying. Never in a million years did I think he would be capable of such a cruel thing. He’s changed in a way that I don’t like.

Jesus Christ, he fucked me in the middle of the woods just two damn days ago. Now he’s gallivanting around, parading another woman in front of me?

We may not be exclusive anymore but I sure as shit don’t deserve this. The text and this dress are reminders that I’m the damaged help. I’m a hired gun. An easy lay. Nothing more.

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