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I’m still coming down from my high, my cock buried deep in her ass, when she shudders hard under me and whimpers against my mouth.

“Oh God, fuck, Savage! I’m coming again!” Her voice turns desperate, and she tries to find my mouth with hers.

But I want her coming in my mouth like she did the first time I went down on her.

I pull out of her and flip her over onto her back. Grabbing her waist, I lift her hips off the bed and crush my mouth against her clit.

She screams as she comes, and leaves bloody marks down my arms how she claws me in the throes of her orgasm. Her juices cover my mouth and drip down my chin, and I’m all too happy to lap up every last drop from her pussy.

When Nyx goes limp in my arms, I set her gently down onto the bed and trail my tongue over her clit one last time. A shiver chases through her before she whimpers and rolls onto her side.

I don’t know what I expected after my performance, but it wasn’t tears. Not one fucking bit.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m scooping her into my arms, burrowing my face into her neck as I rock her.

As Icomforther.

And even while the action is as alien to me as letting a girl dictate where I come, it feels right, and it feels…good.

What the fuck is happening to me?

Chapter Twenty-Six

Nyx

Istare at Caesar’s face. In sleep, there’s no trace of the fierce, dominating man I’ve been cloistered with the past week and a half. He looks almost serene.

There’s a clock in the living area of this studio apartment. It woke me, despite the exhaustion pulling at me.

I hate clocks.

We don’t have any in our motel room—I made a point of it.

I’ve been watching the second hand move around the clock face. It’s past one at night, but I’m wired.

I need to know if my sisters are okay. But at the same time, I’m too scared to move.

Savage’s arm is slung around my waist. He’s not holding onto me, but if I try to get off the bed, he’ll wake up. I don’t want him to, because I can’t face what I let myself do with him.

And that wasn’t the last time, either. After I stopped crying, we stayed up until midnight. Fucking, kissing, whispering to each other as we spooned.

He asked me again about Bryan. About the assassination. I didn’t want to, but somehow I ended up telling him about Donny, about the part-payment I accepted for ending the life of a Capo.

Savage said nothing. But when tears started pricking my eyes, he slid a hand between my legs and made me forget all about it.

That’s why I don’t dare wake him up.

I have no right to forget about Athena and Phoebe. They need me. I needthem. We’re a family. There’s no one else who’d protect them, and a line of people who’d want to hurt pretty girls like that. If I hadn’t found an all-girls school to send them to—one that accepted monthly payments instead of one giant annual tuition fee—then they wouldn’tbein school.

Athena says I’m paranoid, but that’s only because she doesn’t know anything about the real world.

That’s something else I made sure of.

My little sisters live in a world of magic and make-believe. Except for the short walk from the bus stop to the motel, they have no other interaction with the world.

But what about the past few days? Athena would have had to leave the house to get food—there’s no grocer close to the school. Did she take Phoebe with her, or did she leave our younger sister at home?

I can’t stand hearing those questions playing on repeat in my mind anymore.

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