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What’s left of my dignity tells me to stay silent. It’s only natural for someone to be skeptical of a man who ties them up in the middle of the night. And I only half believe the story that I fought him like a berserker. Apart from those scratches on his cheek, where are his bruises or any of the damage? He could have fabricated the whole story just to make me think I’m insane.

My gaze drops to that precarious drop of precum, and I find myself saying, “One lick? Please?”

“Beg for it.”

“Xero,” I say. “Please. I need your cock. Let me run my tongue back and forth over your slit. Let me have one tiny taste?I’m sorry for everything. Please forgive me, just this once. I just want to get close to you.”

“More,” he says, his fingers moving so quickly I can barely keep track of the movements.

“Xero. Don’t be mean.” My mouth drifts closer to his thick crown. “Just let me lick it. Let me kiss it. I’ll be good for the whole day if you let me have a taste. Just a little one. After that, I won’t give you any more shit. It just looks so good, and I didn’t get enough of it last night.”

Xero stiffens, just as my lips are inches away from his slit, and he erupts, spurting my face with jet after jet of warm liquid. I jerk back, but his hand is already on the crown of my head, holding me in position as he climaxes all over my face.

Cum gets in my eyes, up my nostrils, and in my mouth. I swipe my tongue over my lips, all traces of arousal gone.

It’s official.

Xero Greaves is an asshole.

And I hate him.

The moment his back is turned, I’m leaving him in the dust.

SEVENTY-FIVE

XERO

I rise off the sofa, leaving Amethyst spluttering through a face full of cum. It’s the least she deserves after the stunt she pulled with the cereal.

She’s aggravating and too deluded to realize her life is in danger. Whoever sent those images and threatening notes is clearly behind those men. I’m almost certain the mastermind is connected to her past.

If I don’t unlock her memories, she’s screwed.

Thank fuck I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get those bastards downstairs to squeal.

I walk to the living room door and pause at its frame to glance over my shoulder. She still kneels in front of the sofa with her silk shorts around her knees, revealing her reddening ass cheeks.

She’s frozen with shock, even though I came over her face the day before. Or has her mind papered over that particular memory the way it erased last night’s violent episode?

“Get up,” I say.

Stumbling to her feet, she pulls up the shorts and turns to face me with wide eyes. My heart skips a beat at the sight of that glistening face with beads of cum clinging to her lashes.

“I’ve just remembered something,” she says, her voice flat.

“What?”

“The night before the book fair, I woke up with my face covered in ectoplasm.”

“Oh?” I reply with a smirk.

“That was you, wasn’t it?”

My smirk widens into a full-on grin. “Why did your mind jump to ghostly substances?”

“Because you were supposed to be a—” She shakes her head. “You were playing along. That’s why you stopped at my salt circle.”

I raise my brows, waiting for her to continue. A smaller part of my conscience calls me out for being cruel to the woman I once loved, but how much of what she told me was real? Amethyst presented herself as a vulnerable little princess who needed saving from a tower of her parents’ construction. But I’m beginning to wonder if her biggest threat is herself.

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