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Love?

Joah hesitates, his mouth less than an inch from mine. My heart hammers away in my chest, and I start aching inside when he grows hard for me again.

Kiss me!

But my silent command doesn’t reach him. He bows his head, and kisses my neck, my shoulder. Strong hands grasp at my breast as his cock thickens against my ass.

I squirm away from him, furious at how desperate I was for his lips on mine, when all he wants is to fuck me again. “We can’t let anyone see us,” I snap.

“Candy.” Joah grasps my wrist, but I pluck my hand away.

I’m suddenly desperate for sleep, and I know I’ll be lying awake for hours trying to figure out what all of this is meant to be…

There’s shit I need to sort out. Things that need to be put in place.

I need time to think, time to form some kind of theory about all of this. A plan of action.

I can’t do that here, with Joah’s reluctant intimacy constantly battering my mind.

I hunt the bed with shaking hands until I find the clothes he’d stripped from me. My core aches at the memory, but I force myself not to get dragged under again.

“It’s the middle of the night,” he says in a tight voice. “I won’t touch you, if that’s what’s bugging you, but don’t—”

I pause for a moment.

I don’t want to hurt him. Fuck, he’s the only person in the whole goddamn world who might actually feel something for me. Something good. Something…

Right? Ain’t nothing right about this, Candy Cane.

I shake off the thought. Not trusting myself to speak, I leave his room without a word.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Josiah

Why the fuck didn’t you kiss her?

Because she would have pushed me away.

No, it’s not that simple. It would have taken whatever the fuck this is to a whole new level. As it stands, the thought that my father may have laid his hands on her scorches my mind like motherfucking lava.

I doubt he’s back home yet—I’m sure we would have woken up—but I can’t be sure.

I need more information. From Candy, from him.

It’s probably best she left. I wasn’t really sleeping. Instead, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness, waking every time she shifted, falling asleep again when she became still.

I’m tempted to take one of the pills I found in his drawer. At least, that way, I’ll have confirmed one of her claims by the morning.

But then I’d be dead to the world, and she’d be alone and unprotected.

I can’t allow that.

Candy belongs to me now.

She’s mine to protect.

No one else will ever harm her again…except me.

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