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Just like earlier. Even Severu watches me with a wary eye sometimes, but Candi is not afraid of me.

As it should be.

Sliding my hand upward, I let my thumb brush over her slit. She moans.

"Have you played with toys here?" I press into her vaginal opening, finding it slick and hot.

"No," she moans. "Don't have toys."

I suppose sharing her room with the precocious Cookie means keeping everything in there G rated. Which means that no one and nothing has touched Candi's most intimate flesh.

My obsessed heart wants to sing the Hallelujah chorus right now.

So, I don't ask why no other men. That's obvious, even to me. What happened to Candi in her last foster home before moving in with Mira and Cookie traumatized her sexually.

"Did he…?" I ask. "You don't have to tell me anything, but I don't want to remind you of bad memories either."

I know some of what happened to her. I shouldn't, but I had Mario get access to her file. He's good at charisma and seduction when he needs to be. He sent the reports to me without reading them.

So, I’m the only one outside of her case worker, who knows what is in the now sealed report taken at the time of Candi's removal from the home. The account is sketchy, with very little detail, but the gist is there.

Her foster father tied her up on more than one occasion and fondled her breasts while he got off, threatening to hurt her if she told anyone.

Candi didn't tell her case worker, or her school counselor, having already seen how easily the system let kids down during the five years she'd been in foster care. But she took a chance and told a teacher she trusted, and that trust was not misplaced.

Lucky for Candi, the teacher was dating a prosecuting attorney for the State of New York. With him on her side, Candi's abuse did not get swept under the carpet.

She never spent another night in that foster home either. Her teacher's intervention and the mandatory therapy afterward didn't undo the damage that had already been done though.

Subsequent reports labeled Candi as untrusting and borderline antisocial.

I should have realized Candi would never let her high school boyfriends touch her intimately. The miracle is that shewantsmy touch.

"Nothing you do could be like him," she tells me with conviction. "Even if you tied my hands and touched me like he did, it wouldn’t be the same."

I'm her exception.

Because our souls are connected, whether she admits it or not.

Chapter 23

CANDI

I don't know why Angelo's fingers on me feel so different than my own, but everything I usually feel when I pleasure myself is magnified by about a hundred.

It's all so different.

Intense.

The whole soulmate idea is feeling less and less like a ridiculous fairytale.

I've never experienced the kind of overwhelming, instant attraction I had for Angelo that first night. And there's the sense of security I feel when he's around, not to mention how I crave his hands on me when even the accidental touch of other men makes my skin crawl.

Cookie, the budding scientist in our family, would probably say there's some kind of biology at play here.

All I know is, right now my body is on fire and it's all down to Angelo.

His thumb presses deeper inside me stretching my sensitive flesh. "You're so slick for me."

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