Page 68 of Unwrapping Deviance

“You don’t have to say it back,” I press, vomiting the words before he can speak. “You don’t have to feel the same. I’m not—”

“Quiet,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb into my lips. “I can’t live without you. I don’t want to. You have come to mean everything to me, and I would die—”

I clamp my hand over his mouth, a new panic seizing my throat. “Don’t say that.”

His hot breath burns my palm with the gentle kiss he plants against the skin before tugging my hand away. “—without you,” he finishes gently. “I love you, too, baby girl.”

I’m crying all over again. It’s probably ridiculous. I don’t know if it’s normal or natural, but hearing Daniel tell me he loves me has my whole being crumbling with joy.

Daniel holds me, telling me again and again like he knows I need to hear it a million times to fully believe I’m not crazy.

“No more tears,” he murmurs as I sniffle and make an absolute mess of this beautiful moment, but he only grins down at me, wiping each rogue tear away. “Now, what are our two new rules?”

I suck in a wet breath and croak out, “No locked doors. No other men, except you ... and Christian.”

That close, I don’t miss the way his eyes dilate. The way his cock twitches.

“Do you want Christian, Mira?”

He said I could have his brother, too. He said it twice. Said he liked it, but I still hesitate before whispering, “Yes.”

His chest expands against mine. “Does my baby want me to share her with my brother?”

God, the way he groans the words makes my sanity capsize. It emboldens something in me that contradicts the rampant crash of my heart against my ribs.

“You said I could have him, too.” I peek up at him through my lashes. “Can I?”

The hand in my hair is practically vibrating with his restraint, with the straining thread of control he’s barely clinging to.

“Beg,” he growls. “Beg me to let my brother use my baby’s tight holes.”

“Please,” I blurt before he even finishes. “Please let your brother fuck me.”

His chest expands against mine with his delicious groan. It washes across my face and I feel myself gasp.

“Only Christian. Only me. Anyone else touches you and I’ll kill them.”

I swallow audibly. “I don’t want anyone else.”

“Good.”

I’m still reeling with everything that’s happened since opening my eyes when his mouth finds mine.

It’s quick.

It’s done and over before I can process that it actually happened.

“Wait!” I gasp, fingers tightening in his hair. “I wasn’t ready. Again.”

Daniel chuckles. The vibration tingles between our bodies to make my clit pang. “Get dressed. If your stomach growls any louder, people might think there’s a bear nearby.”

He’s rolling off before I can press the issue. He drags me to my feet and gives my ass a firm smack, propelling me towards the bathroom.

I could have been made of pure air the way I float into the shower. My face aches from the stupid grin I can’t wipe away. My stomach is a circus of chaos, joy and love.

For once in two years, I ignore the creeping approach of dead threatening to overtake my light. It hovers in the distance, a dark cloud reminding me how selfish I’m being. I’m risking Daniel’s life because I’m too much of a coward to let him go. Now that I said it and he said it ... what if that’s all it takes? The curse killed people I loved.

I just told Daniel I loved him.

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