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He’s panting hard, and when he releases my hand, he grabs the back of my knee and lifts my leg, pushing it towards my chest. This time, when he sinks into me, I feel him on a whole new level.

I watch his expressions. He’s completely lost, fucking me like he’s on a mission, like he can no longer see me. And then he growls. It’s deep, coming from the back of his throat. He stills, occasionally jerking but keeping his eyes closed as he enjoys his orgasm.

After a few minutes of silence, his heavy breaths slowing, he withdraws and heads for the bathroom. He returns minus the bloody condom and holding a washcloth. “Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod. He sits at the end of the bed and parts my legs, forcing them apart when I try to resist. He gently wipes me clean, folding the cloth a few times before throwing it in the corner of the room. “It gets better,” he repeats. “The first time is always terrible.”

I feel my cheeks redden. “Was I terrible?”

His smile fades and he realises he’s offended me. “Shit, no, Te. You were fucking amazing. I meant, it’s not as good for you because it’s your first time. For me, it was . . . fucking mind- blowing.”

I relax slightly, watching as he goes to his drawers and pulls out a T-shirt, handing it to me to put on.

Then he slides into bed, pulling the sheets back for me to slip under. “We need a plan,” he mutters, pulling me into his armsand wrapping himself around me like vines. The T-shirt rides up and I feel his cock pressed against my backside.

“A plan?” I ask.

“To keep you here,” he mumbles sleepily. “Forever.”

I lie awake, staring at the ceiling and thinking over his words.Forever. Keep me here forever.A stray tear slides down my cheek. Forever with Pit.Forever. I wipe my wet cheeks, slipping one leg from underneath him. Whenever we share a bed, he sleeps with me glued to him, his arms encasing me, his legs over my own. It makes me feel safe, but right now, I feel claustrophobic. He’s a murderer. He kills in cold blood and smiles while he does it. He’s held me here for weeks and forced me into a situation that means he’ll always have something to hold over me. Forever can’t be with him.

I get my leg free and work on the other, carefully pulling it from under his body. His arms tighten, and he stirs. I freeze, holding my breath as his hand finds my breast, cupping it and gently teasing the nipple. Even in his sleep, he’s thinking about sex.

I wait for him to settle before trying again, carefully taking his arm and placing a pillow there instead. He immediately grabs onto it, tucking it into his arms. I smile, taking one last look at his face before sliding from the bed and going to the bathroom.

I pace.Shit. Shit. Shit.Now what?

I dress quickly in a discarded pair of shorts from Pit, tucking in the T-shirt to hold them up. I pick up my trainers, carrying them so I don’t wake him with my footsteps.

I creep back through the bedroom, holding my breath as I ease the door open, pulling it slowly. I glance back to see Pit still blissfully unaware as I slip from the room and rush along thelanding. At the top of the stairs, I push my feet into my trainers and run down, coming to an abrupt stop when Axel steps from his office. It’s the early hours of the morning, what the fuck is he doing awake?

He takes in my trainers and brings his eyes to meet mine. “In here,” he orders.

I curse under my breath but follow him into his office. “I can only assume you and Pit have fucked up my deal?”

I don’t bother to answer, staring hard at the floor instead. “I’m gonna call your husband and tell him you’re ready to leave.”

My chest tightens, but I give a stiff nod. “And you’re gonna keep your secrets, yours and Pit’s, because the alternative is non-negotiable. My reach is deep, Tessa. The second you enter a police station, I’ll know. Are we understanding one another?” I nod again. “Words,” he yells, and I jump in fright.

“Yes.”

“Your husband can’t know what you and Pit have done. He paid for a virgin and that is what you are.”

“Yes.”

He picks up his phone and sends off a text. “Does Pit know you’ve left?” I shake my head. Humiliation grips me. “Good. I’ll tell him you asked to go home.” I finally look him in the eye. “What? You’d rather he thinks you snuck out of here with no money, no phone, and no clue where to go? Wasn’t that the plan?” He laughs. “Jesus, how long did you think you’d last out there on the streets?”

“I didn’t want to hurt him,” I mutter.

He scoffs. “Pit? You think his heart is beating? You’re naïve, Tessa. If you take anything away from all this, it should be not to trust anyone. Whatever you think Pit felt for you is bullshit. He was doing a job. Acting is all part of it. But I’m glad to know he’s doing it well.” His phone beeps and he glances at it. “He’s on his way. He wants you to wait outside at the gates.”

Chapter Twelve

Pit

I wake with a start and sit up, looking around. Something feels off, and when I glance beside me to see Tessa gone, that sinking feeling only worsens. “Te?” I call out, hoping she’s in the bathroom but already knowing she isn’t. I sigh heavily.

I dress and head downstairs. Maybe she just went for breakfast. I almost laugh at myself trying to reason with my heart to stop it from breaking.Breaking?What the fuck? See, this is the reason I should have kept my distance. I shake my head angrily as I burst into the kitchen.

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