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The blanket is pulled up over me.

“Get some sleep, princess.”

Then I’m out.

13

KENZO

“Come on in.”

Mal strolls into the penthouse, closing the door behind him.

“Casual Friday?” he quips, eying me. I’m still shirtless from earlier.

“I’m sorry, should I have put on something nicer for you?”

He smirks and rolls his eyes. “Is your new bride as casually attired at the moment?”

Something heated flashes in my chest as I whirl on him. “How about you stop that imagination of yours right the fuck now,” I snarl quietly.

Mal arches a brow, but doesn’t say a word.

He doesn’t need to. I’m already thinking it.

What the fuck was that?

It’s the same gut response I had to Takeshi getting in Annika’s face earlier this evening, before the wedding. This protective—one might say overly protective—instinct when it comes to her.

I understand it about as much as I understand my actions earlier, when I put my hands on her and didn’t stop putting my hands on her until I’d wrung that shattering orgasm from her body.

You could.

Something black, deviant, and monstrous roars awake inside me.

I’ve never been ashamed of anything I’ve done: killing, maiming, extorting. Ruining lives and taking countless others. I’ve lost exactly zero minutes of sleep to the vicious things I’ve done. I have to do them, in my world.

That lack of shame extends to my more…personal tastes, and sexual proclivities.

Free use.

Somnophilia.

Taking total control, perhaps when a partner is incapacitated in some way…or asleep.

Again, I categorically don’t feel ashamed for wanting to fuck like that. But a tiny part of me knows that perhaps I should.

And those words coming from her mouth, after I’d just had my fingers inside her, the taste of her skin still on my lips… After she’d just shattered for me, and was falling into an alcohol-driven oblivion…

God fucking help me, I almost did.

I stood in that bedroom for another ten minutes watching her sleep.

I took off her dress.

I may have spread her legs and stroked my cock, feasting my eyes on her little pink cunt.

But that was as far as it went. Now she’s under the bedsheets, away from my monstrous stares and desires.

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