Page 100 of Stolen Love

With all the evidence stacked up around her, Nicole finally came clean.

She’d only meant to cripple Richard enough that he couldn’t leave her, but with the idea of divorce looming she’d taken to spying on him and tracking his movements.

When she found out that he’d bought the Ashton’s dollhouse she lost her mind and decided to have him killed. The only reason she’d agreed all those years ago to help her brother abduct my mother was because of her crush on my father. An obsessive crush she’d developed years earlier, but was never reciprocated.

Even after they married, he never got over Poppy. The dollhouse was the last straw.

She also admitted the reason Robert cut her off from her own family was because she tried to kill my mother. Because of Poppy she lost both her lover and her brother and she hated her for it.

After that it became about the money. About me. For two decades her whole world has been wrapped around making me suffer in an attempt to get back at my mother. She knew how Alec treated me and did nothing to stop it. Instead, encouraged it. And she did this to get back at a woman who probably never even knew that Nicole hated her.

She knew about West’s existence, but didn't know who his mother was. She seemed surprised that he was Rogue and Rebel’s fraternal triplet. We figured she was cut out by Robert so early that she didn’t make the connection between the boy she knew and the man he would become.

I have every faith she will spend many, many years behind bars.

Alec’s confessions were given to Jason’s detective friend. They were distributed by Hollywood Juice too. He’s finally more famous than the Maddox twins combined. Of course, West doesn’t count, because he likes to stick to the shadows.

Even though he continued to call me his sister, we think Alec found out Robert was his father before Rebel’s fame became an issue and before Rebel and Rochelle dated. It’s what probably set him off.

He once said something about how Nicole cared about me more than him. I didn’t see it at the time, but I think he was alluding to my inheritance.

His mother chose money over him. And his father chose West as his heir. It must have hurt not to be loved.

But I don’t think it would have mattered, had his life turned out differently. My dad did love him as a son for a long time, after all.

Alec is sick. He would have gone down this path anyway.

I just hope they pick him up soon, because so far he’s managed to hide from the police. But it’s only a matter of time, right? I hope. I hate that he got away. Part of me wishes I hadn’t talked Dizzy out of killing him. But then I’m not sure how I would have lived with his death on my conscience. I’m not built like that.

“What are you thinking?” Rogue asks, his eyes still closed.

“You’re awake?” I brush a strand of hair out of his face.

“It’s my girl’s birthday today.” He wraps an arm around my waist and drags me against his chest so he can steal a kiss. “And a special one at that. I’m not wasting a minute.”

“Twenty-one.” It kind of felt like I would never get here. It’s Christmas Eve too. There’s a huge tree in the living room. Massive. We threw a party the last night all of his family stayed with us and spent hours decorating it while we drank too much spiked eggnog.

“First thing’s first,” he says between brushes of his lips over mine. “Lie on your back and spread those knees. I’m about to write your birthday card on your clit.”

I laugh as he presses me down on the mattress and then pushes my feet to my ass, spreading my thighs and arranging my knees into mountains as he kneels between them.

His eyes grow heavily hooded, the blue darkening as he rolls his lip between his teeth. “Fucking hell, I love this view.”

Leaning down, he laps at me.

The first rush of arousal floods me and I arch off the bed. I moan when he tugs my clit between his teeth and nibbles at it.

He pops it free and starts to draw letters over it with the tip of his tongue until I’m moaning and writhing.

Reaching between my thighs I grab his hair with both hands. I got the cast off yesterday, and using two hands to hold on while he devours me is absolute bliss. Especially when he uses his fingers to pull me apart so he can thrust his tongue inside me.

His thumb rolls over my clit while he makes greedy slurping sounds. It pushes me to a climax that makes my toes curl.

He bites the inside of my thigh and then crawls up my body to kiss me. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Now write your name inside me with your cock,” I beg against his lips.

“Here I thought this was your birthday.” An amused hum slips from his throat as he pushes inside me. His hips roll so deliciously as he moves in and out of me at a slow and steady pace.

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