Page 116 of Unwrapping Deviance

I know she’s only teasing, but I snort. “You are never leaving me, baby girl.”

I take her small fingers in mine and lead her into the bathroom. I let her sit on the toilet as I start the shower.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, kneeling before her and gingerly plucking a twig from her hair. “Did we hurt you?”

There’s a whole ocean of doubt wedged in my chest as I stare into her gorgeous eyes. We did so much to her in a single day. We took advantage of her over and over again. I don’t know what Christian did to her but I would have kept going. I would have kept her in the backseat, impaled on my cock for hours.

“You didn’t,” she says softly. “I have never been so happy.” She captures my face between her dirty hands. Nails caked with mud. The photo of her in the woods flashes through my mind. The worst timing, but... “I promise.”

Having no choice but to believe her, I relent. I have no reason to doubt her when she’s never lied to me, and she swore just this morning she would tell me if she didn’t like something.

So, I accept her promise. I pull Mira to her feet and help her under the spray.

“Come in with me?” she whispers. “Please?”

I can’t refuse her. I never could. I would cut my own heart out if she asked me.

I tear off my clothes and drop them into the hamper. I follow her in. We stand with her against my chest. My arms tight around her. I kiss the top of her head and it tips back to peer at me.

“Do you regret what we did?” she asks so softly it breaks my heart.

“I haven’t felt this happy in ... years. Do you?”

Her damp fingers brush my chin. Her thumb sweeps over my bottom lip. “It was amazing.” She gives me a tiny smile, cheeks red, but she doesn’t look away. “It was more than I ever even fantasized. The whole day was perfect.”

I’m trying really hard to keep my erection from getting excited. We’re not done talking.

“And Christian?”

Her hard, little nipples brush my chest with her deep inhale. “I’m conflicted.” She lifts her big eyes off my chin to meet minealmost apologetically. “I want him to stay.” She blurts the words like a sinful confession. Her lip is immediately captured between her teeth like she hadn’t meant to let that slip.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I assure her gently.

“There is!” she argues, blowing out a frustrated sigh. “He won’t stay. Hecan’tstay, Daniel. Even if he does, I’m so fucked up, he’ll leave and it’ll kill me.”

“Hey!” I capture her chin and tip it up until she has no choice but to hear me clearly. “Watch what you say about yourself. You know I won’t put up with shit talk. There is nothing fucking wrong with you.”

Her small, cold hand settles over mine, but doesn’t pull me away. “The eight therapists I’ve had would disagree.”

Nine, but I don’t say it.

“They’re fucking idiots.”

Mira’s face breaks into a grin that ends with a chuckle. “Regardless, I want this. I want you and him. Unless you want us to stop?”

“I don’t.” I groan loudly with my exhale. “Fuck, baby girl, I’ve been hard all fucking day thinking of all the things he was doing to you.”

Her eyes darken even as they drop to my cock full and erect between us. The head a fat, purple cap already leaking.

“Did you touch him?”

I snort. “I jerked off twice. It did nothing. I’ve been pacing the floors waiting for you to get home, staring at those photos of you, your little pussy stretched and used...” I blow out a frustrated breath. “My cock hasn’t gone down once.”

Her bottom lip puckers as she studies my shaft. “Oh, my poor baby.”

Two small hands fist around the length of my dick. I groan at the contact. Curse when she pumps her wrists. She licks herlips and before I can register, she’s on her knees. My cock bobs inches from her full lips.

“We almost got caught,” she murmurs and pauses to run the flat surface of her tongue over the head. I open my mouth to tell her eyes up, but they flick to mine as if knowing and my heart swells. “He covered my mouth but he was fucking me so hard...”

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