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?I could feel his fear with each orgasm he forced me through, I could hear it in his grunts and moans. I had scared him. I could have died, and that scared the shit out of him, and he hated that. Hated that I had uncovered this little nerve of weakness he was convinced he never had.

?I had done that.

?If I had done that to him, I wondered if I could ever make him love me. I wondered if I would ever actually hear him say the words I had dreamed just hours ago.

?“I love you, Rae. Every piece of you.”

?I shuddered, my body going limp as another orgasm ripped its way through me.“I love you too,”I thought towards him as he ruptured inside of me.

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Jack

November 21st, 2019

No cameras around that new club. No movement on Viv. Malachi was doing his own looking into Rae’s real family from what he could remember of what Marla had discussed with him, and I was staring at a photo of Viv and Rae as teens, wondering who the fuck she was.

?Were the drugs she had given Rae just the cause of an overzealous adult wanting to get something to have fun with her friend, or was it more something devious?

?With a sigh, I wrote down a few more thingsin my journal, questions that needed to be answered, answers I had found, details that might have been overlooked.

?I didn’t trust Viv. I didn’t trust Max. I didn’t trust anyone in Rae’s life at this point. They all had an agenda, at least that’s what my gut was telling me.

?My attention was pulled away from the notebook when the sound of Rae’s bedroom door opening met my ears.

?I looked over, watching her trudge out, her hair tangled, wearing one of my shirts I had left on the floor, and nothing else.

?My cock twitched in hunger, her scent still coating my skin. I had run both of us into exhaustion, but seeing her in my shirt, only a few buttons keeping it closed? It did something primal to me.

?However, from the circles under her eyes and the bruises across her skin, I knew she was spent. She needed time to recuperate. I had to allow it. It was the least I could do.

?Her eyes were heavy, marks on her neck where the dog choke collar had pinched into her skin, her wrists and ankles once again, wrapped in gauze.

?She yawned, stretching fiercely, the shirt riding up, revealing her black thong underneath.

?I growled and turned back to my computer. That just wasn’t playing fair, although from the state of her, I wasn’t sure if she realized what she was doing.

?I pulled up the security footage from the night of the masquerade againand started watching at double speed who actually attended that night.

?Zo had watched it a few times, but I had nothing else to do at the moment. No leads, no anything, so finding out who tried to poison her that night seemed a good place to start.

?Rae grabbed my hand and lifted it.

?I looked up, resigned to let her do what she needed out of pure curiosity.

?She lifted my arm and crawled onto my lap, pulling her legs up and settling against my chest.

?I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped my arm around her and continued watching the screen, people streaming in and out, talking to Mr. Braltor, checking in.

?Her breathing softened again, her body relaxing into mine as if she might fall asleep again.

?At the thought, I found myself edging her shirt up, tracing patterns into her upper thigh if only to bring her more of that comfort she so desperately sought.

?“Mrs. Delcott,” she finally murmured, causing my hand to stop.

?I immediately hit pause with my other hand. “Who?”

?Rae nodded towards the screen at the woman in the green dress and white mouse mask. “Mrs. Delcott. I don’t remember seeing her there.” She stretched a little and settled her head into the crook of my neck. “Why are you looking at this?”

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