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He's relentless in his movements, an animal, a beast, a fucking creature of the underworld as he hammers me, obliterates me, drags me from heaven to hell and back again. I scream out his name, gripping his hair, his shoulders, the ridges of his biceps.

"Oh my god!" I cry, his thrusts so deep they shake my uterus, my kidneys, my fucking heart as I tighten around him, his cock pulsating inside me.

"Yes," he growls. My eyes roll back, my chest rising and falling, erratic, chaotic. "Come with me, tesoro. Let go."

My legs tighten around his hips, my muscles spasming as we orgasm at the same fucking time. Our brutal moans hang in the muggy, sticky air. My sex drips with his cum, my body tired, sated, satisfied.

Milo rests his sweaty forehead against mine as I grip his shoulders for support. His shallow breaths fan against my lips. "You will be the death of me.”

"What a wonderful way to die.”

I catch my breath as he lowers me to the ground, my knees shaking as he steadies me. Milo dips down to pick up our clothes, holding out my robe as I absentmindedly slip it over my body.

"Can you walk?" He steps into his jeans and pulls them up. "Kiara?"

"Hmm?" I lean against the cold cement wall, my eyes unable to stay open, my body drained in the most wonderful way. "Okay."

A low chuckle slips from his lips. "Did you even hear what I asked you?"

"Me, walking, yes.”

Without any warning, Milo scoops me up into his arms. "You need sleep."

"Are you going to stay with me?" I rest my head on his chest as he grabs the tan envelope off the table.

"Yes," he replies in a soft tone. "I will stay."

"Mmm," I hum breathlessly as he strides out of the range. "What's in the envelope?"

"Tomorrow.” He rounds the corner. "I will show you tomorrow."

And if tomorrow never comes.

At least I got to experience heaven.

Chapter 21

Fifteen Down

Spots of soft yellow light coax open my eyelids. For the first time in days, I wake up naturally, not from nightmares, restlessness, guilt, but from the sun.

It's refreshing. Odd. And despite the sore and tender ache between my legs – a physical reminder of my wretched deed – I feel rested, relaxed, rejuvenated.

Last night, I lost it. I gave into temptation. I crossed a line. A sweet, blissful line that left me feeling on top of the fucking world. The weight that I've been carrying on my shoulders since Monaco doesn't feel as heavy today. It's still there. It'll always be there. But it's lighter. It's manageable. Maybe Julia was right. Maybe I needed to talk about it sooner.

Or scream about it.

In theory, I knew she was right, but I couldn't bring myself to address the storm of emotions brewing inside me. I was naive to think I could ignore it, pretend like it would vanish on its own. I needed to let it out. Expel the pain from my body. I am thankful for Milo. He drove me to the edge.

He helped me set the storm free.

Both storms.

Emotional and physical.

The melody of winter birds fills my ears as I rub my eyes, adjusting my vision to the brightness. Tugging the duvet over my chest, my gaze floats to the armchair in front of the curved floor-to-ceiling window.

I suck in a small breath, unable to suppress a smile. He didn't leave. I would have thought he'd flee once I fell asleep. But he didn't.

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