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I stuff as much of it in my mouth as I can, sending flakes of buttery crust fluttering all over us. I’m like an animal that hasn’t eaten a decent meal in forever.

Dmitri roughly runs his hand over my mouth and chin, knocking the crumbs off as I chew and swallow. I’m clinging to him so tightly he doesn’t have to hold me at all.

“Christ,” he whispers.

“He won’t save you.”

His gaze lifts from my mouth to meet my eyes. “Can you?”

“I’ll try,” I reply, not knowing if it’s a lie or not.

Our mouths collide and we turn into a tornado of lust and violence. His kisses are punishing. Bruising. I scrape my nailsdown his arms, leaving red ribbons on his skin.

Abandoning the food, he gets us onto the bed, and I force him to climb in with me, on top of me, because I still haven’t let go of him.

“Fuuuuck.” He twists out of my locked arms, which makes me pout. “Gotta get a condom.”

It’s probably the only excuse worth letting him go for.

He snatches a fresh package from a stocked bowl on the end table and rips it open with his teeth, spitting the wrapper onto the rug. As he slides it over his length, I’m annoyed that I can’t feel his Prince Albert piercing bare inside me.

Dmitri lifts my legs, hooking them over his shoulders, and grabs one of my ankles. With his gaze locked on me, he sucks on my toes, rolling his tongue over each one. The sensation is so strange, so sensitive, that I squeal and try to twist away from him. But his grip tightens on my thighs, telling me to be still.

He nips my arch, my heel, my ankle and calf, then sets my leg back onto his shoulder. Dmitri’s chest heaves with each slow, steady, deep breath he takes as he aligns his cock against my entrance, teasing me by rubbing his tip on my clit.

“Jesus,” I groan.

“He can’t save you either.”

“Can you?”

We hold each other’s gaze for several heartbeats. Then Dmitri shakes his head slowly and shoves inside me, inch by motherfucking inch.

At least he’s being honest.

And if one of us is going to die by the end of this, we might as well go out with a bang, right?

Chapter 18

Dmitri

I wake up to find Daelyn gone.

It shouldn’t surprise me. Her survival instincts must have finally kicked in and she’s realized what a damaged piece of fuck I am.

Last night, I took her hard and rough. She screamed my name. She cried. She clung to me and begged for more.

My plan’s backfiring spectacularly. I thought she was going to be the distraction I needed to get out of my darkness. I hoped connecting with her would crack her shell and let me see the woman beneath the mask. All I’ve managed to do is dig my own fucking grave. The hole in my chest, made by her absence, proves it.

After ravaging her body, I kissed every exposed inch, licked every wound, caressed every muscle, worshipped every part of Daelyn she’d let me have. I summoned orgasm after orgasm from her pussy.

And her ass.

Honestly, that she could walk out of here is a miracle. I’d planned to spend the day giving her serious aftercare, and she’s robbed me of the privilege.

Laying on my back, I scrub my face and blow out a long breath. Five used condoms are in the trash by the bed. I hadn’t even wasted time running to the bathroom between sessions, because I didn’t want to be away from her for even that long. The night was a passionate, reckless fever dream, and I was so enthralled, so addicted to the unholy pleasure she brought me, I didn’t bother spending longer than a minute out of her body before plunging back into it.

Jesus, I’m an animal.

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