Page 131 of Unwrapping Deviance

“Where are we going?”

“You’re not lying here alone.” I tell her simply. I stop outside Daniel’s door and open it without knocking. “Danny?”

My brother comes awake immediately. His brown eyes dart from me to Mira swaddled in her bedding and is instantly alert.

“Baby?”

Gingerly, I set her down. I hold her a few seconds longer for a last, lingering kiss before I send her deeper into Daniel’s room with a gentle swat. He doesn’t hesitate pulling back his blanket and letting her crawl in next to him. She burrows straight into his chest and I’ve never been more jealous.

“I’m borrowing the truck,” I tell him once he has my tiny brat tucked securely.

He looks up and nods.

I watch a second longer as he smooths a palm over her hair and kisses the top of her head before relaxing and closing his eyes.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MIRA

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I listen to the sound of Christian’s boots on the hardwood leading to the stairs. The heavy falls thumping down to the main floor. I’m practically holding my breath while he gathers up his things, grabs Daniel’s keys and leaves the house.

My exhale is shaky. It trembles with every nerve in my body as I will myself not to leap out of bed and run after him.

I’m insane.

I can’t keep doing this.

It was worse with Daniel in the beginning. I’d stay in bed the entire day while he was at work, sobbing into my pillow, waiting for my phone to ring to tell me he somehow had a terrible accident and was taken from me.

I can’t start that shit over again with Christian.

I can’t hold on to him every second of the day. It doesn’t matter how much he swears he will never leave me, that is next level crazy person behavior. That isMiserylevel of psychotic. All I’d need is a sledgehammer.

“Baby?”

Daniel combs his fingers through my hair, untangling knots and massaging my scalp. His warm breath tickles the strands at my temple.

Hot tears well and thicken to paste in my throat. My chin trembles even as I will myself to stop being a little bitch.

“I had a dream about Christian,” I force out in a raspy croak. “This morning.”

Daniel’s features soften. Understanding clouds his eyes and he touches my damp cheek, wiping my tears. “Nightmare?”

I nod. “He was already in my room ... eating my pussy,” I add quietly, and dare a glance up at Daniel’s face.

There’s definitely a dark glint in his eyes, but he’s pretty calm when he replies, “Yeah?”

“He told me...” I pause, trying to determine how to explain what followed. “Your brother is an asshole,” I decide flat out.

Daniel gives a quiet chuckle. “He can be, but he usually means well.”

“He said he will torture me for five minutes every time I mention the curse, him leaving, or being the harbinger of death.”

An eyebrow lifts and I can just make out the hint of a grin creeping around his lips. “Did he now?”

I nod, feeling my own amusement rearing its head as I unpack my morning for him, leaving nothing out. I definitely enjoy the hot pulse of his morning erection grinding into my hip when I get to the part where I woke up with Christian knuckle deep in my pussy.

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