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He drags a chair over and takes a seat. He lowers his face between my outstretched thighs, my feet resting against the edge of the counter. He licks me from front to back and burrows his fingers in my thighs, holding me steady.

I am a mess with his tongue, teeth, and mouth ravaging my pussy. I thrash under him, my legs shaky when I come. His thumb grazes my clit and it’s hypersensitive, but he continues licking me. His eyes are glazed with pleasure, his jaw shining with my release. He looks sexy between my legs, and he grins, biting gently into my swollen clit, dragging it between his teeth.

“Now, be a good angel and come again. And then you’ll get my cock.” He buries his face in my pussy again.

I grip his hair, the pleasure making me feel like I might die. It’s too much, it’s never enough. He doesn’t come up for air until I scream out my release. My limbs lose their power. My second orgasm has me questioning if I am still alive.

He lifts one calf, then the other, trailing sweet kisses up my thighs, my pussy, then up my belly, licking and sucking one nipple then the other. I am so wet, it drips between my legs and onto the counter. His lips find mine, and I kiss him lazily, my hands sliding down his sides.

He guides himself to my slick entry, teasing me, gliding the head of his cock up and down my folds, and I writhe. I am reduced to wantonness and the mind-blowing pleasure he can bring me.

“Kian, please. I already came twice.”

“You did, my good angel.” With one savage thrust, he enters me, and a string of moans rip from my throat. “I missed this.”

Me, too, this feeling of complete surrender, of being this full, of him playing my body until I come. I hold onto his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin. He lifts me with his hands on my ass and my back hits the window, our hearts pounding in our chest. I loop my arms around his neck, and my body explodes into bursts of colors.

“I love you.” He feeds me his love as he comes, stilling inside of me, supporting us with one hand, the other flat on the window.

He slips out of me, and we both stare at our mixed cum rolling down my thigh. Our eyes lock. We’re both aware we’re not playing with fire, we dance with the flames.

Chapter 41

Kian

“She’s cheating on you with him.”

Her words pulverize my concentration. I lift my eyes from the report to Melanie holding an envelope. I gesture for her to give it to me, and she takes a step back, an expectant energy radiating out of her. I rip the paper open and blink. My fingers tremble on the pictures and I spread them on my desk.

Five pictures later my heart stops beating. I pull at my collar as I see images of Ellia and Brandon so close together, laughing, embracing, even kissing; far too intimate for just friends. I trail a finger over her face, of the woman I love. My heart splinters in my fucking chest at her betrayal. I squeeze my eyes shut, she would never do that, but when I open them, the same images haunt me. How many times did they go behind my back? Words get stuck in my throat and I breathe through the pain tearing at the last shreds of my sanity.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me, so I brought evidence,” Melanie says.

I laugh hysterically. “Thank you.”

How often did I ask Ellia? She lied to my fucking face. She must think I am the world’s biggest idiot. I stumble to the bar and yank a bottle down and drink from it. Melanie approaches but I shoot out a hand to stop her. This pain cripples me. I bend over, pushing to keep fucking breathing.

I grab the pictures and send Ellia a text to meet me at home. Home… Did they fuck there, too? Did they laugh at my fucking expense? The two people I have loved the most are bringing me the worst pain. I am absolutely fucking sure I will never recover from this.

Madness overcomes me and I drop in the armchair when I get home. Ellia steps inside, her brows furrowed. Have I been so blinded by my love for her, desperate to trust in her, in us, that I let her stomp all over me? What a fucking imbecile. I would applaud her if it weren’t for this pain debilitating me.

“Did you have a good laugh?” I say gripping the armchair, forcing the wetness back behind my lids. This is the one moment when I will look back and say I lost, I don’t want to get up, because I don’t want to wake up to this fucking hell.

“What are you talking about?” Her eyes narrow, her angelic face drawn in confusion, those baby blue eyes staring right at me questioning. Even now, she pretends to be innocent.

I throw the pics in her face. They scatter around her and they drop to the floor. Her hands shoot to cover her mouth.

“Kian.” My name, four letters and four seconds in which I look at my life shred to tatters. Her tears running down her cheeks confirm it, burying my soul.

“It seems even angels can be corrupted.”

Chapter 42

Ellia

He leans against the armchair, a bottle dangling from his hand, his shirt rolled up, and his chest heaves. My eyes dart from the pictures to the undiluted anger scrunching up his face.

“I stayed away so that you could be with him, but you pulled me in every time, and I believed you. In all this hell I’ve been trapped in, I thought one thing was sure, you fucking loving me.” He slams a hand to his chest, the pain disfiguring him.

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