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“Zyran—” Kiara starts quietly, but I cut her off.

“He’s sent every single one of his partners to the hospital, Kiara,” I say fiercely. “Three women, all tiny and fragile, just like you. He even beat one so badly she was in a coma for a month. So, tell me why I should let him live, butterfly? Why I should have let any of the others live, too?”

Her eyes widen at the last question. “What?”

I rub a hand across my face and stand up. John is still whimpering, so I stomp on the knife sticking out of his stomach to put him out of his misery. Seconds later, he’s gone.

“They were a rot to society, Kiara. They would have ended up hurting you in some way, and I’d never be able to live with myself knowing I could have done something to prevent it.”

“But they didn’t hurt me,” she argues.

“Not yet. But they would have,” I tell her gently. “I did it for you, baby. Everything I do is for you.”

Her bottom lip trembles as her eyes fill with tears. I cradle her soft face in my hands and stroke her cheeks with my thumbs.

“I love you, Kiara,” I say quietly, before crashing my lips to hers.

CHAPTER 39

KIARA

I wrap my arms around Zyran’s neck and thread my fingers through his hair. It’s been so long that I’d almost forgotten how soft and silky it is.

This is where I want to be—right here with him, despite the macabre setting. Even though the lengths he’s gone to to protect me sicken me, I can’t deny that the past twelve months have been torturous without him. Now that he’s back, I don’t want to let him go.

His tongue sweeps against mine deliciously. I moan into his mouth and practically melt into his body. My knees are weak, my head is light, and I feel like I could float away with him at any moment.

In one swift movement, Zyran picks me up and walks us backward toward the stairs, but he ends up tripping on John’s body.

I squeal as we crash to the floor, right in the puddle of blood that’s started gathering. I’m covered in it, but instead of being grossed out, I’m… strangely turned on. Zyran can sense what I’m feeling because the look in his eyes is feral as he pounces on me.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips, his breath warm as it fans across my face.

I take his bottom lip between my teeth and tug slightly, making him groan. He settles between my legs, and his rock hard erection rubs against my clit, sending chills throughout my entire body.

My legs wrap around his waist and pull him against me so hard there’s no space between us—we’re two beings melded into one.

“Zyran,” I breathe as he buries his face into my neck and grinds against me again. The tip of his tongue shoots out to trace the mark he left there just minutes ago, the area still tender.

He lifts himself up slightly so he can pull my shirt over my head and pull my shorts off. I shiver as my bare back touches John’s blood, the feeling so grotesque. Zyran then makes quick work of his own clothes, tossing them into a pile. They’re completely stained now, but I don’t care. All I want right now is for Zyran to be inside me.

Before he pushes himself in, I place a hand on his chest to stop him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sounding concerned.

I reach down and run my fingers over the head of his cock, dripping with precum. “I just want to look for a second.”

He shivers as I slowly, teasingly, make my way down his shaft until I’m gripping his balls. His head falls into the crook of my neck as his dick twitches in my hand. “You’re gonna make me come, baby.”

I want him to come inside me, but I also want to take my time with him. He grinds into my hand, seeking some kind of relief.

This reminds me of when he kidnapped me and tied me up in the forest. I tried using his thigh to get some penetration, but he wouldn’t let me.

Now it’s my turn to torture him.

“Lie on your back,” I tell him firmly, pushing against his chest with my free hand.

“Why?” he asks.

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