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He lets me remove his suit jacket and his shirt. Nothing sexual is going to happen tonight. I just need him here. Can’t let him go back to wherever it is he lives by himself.

Fuck,Idon’t want to be left by myself.

This is where we need to be. Together.

He, me, and Jigsaw, that for the first time ever, is locked in its designated safe.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Landon

I’ve been waiting towake Regan up for as long as I could. Looked up at the light filtering through the windows in her apartment as the sun came up in the sky. Hugged her close, watched her curled up against mine, and stroked her hair for long minutes.

Maybe hours.

I’ve heard Mojo’s claws tapping in the hallway and Rosemary laughing as she called to him, “Wait up, I can’t run this fast.”

Still, Regan hasn’t stirred.

The world outside this room slowly wakes up and I don’t care. I’ve been busy memorizing everything about Regan.

The three faded beauty spots on her arm. Her dark eyelashes that fan on her cheeks. Her sweet breaths. The chipped black nails that match mine.

All of her, really.

And throughout this entire time, I’ve been hard. My cock is thick, precum wetting the tip. Sometime during the night, I lost my boxer briefs.

My heart pounds with the need to be balls deep inside Regan and never leave.

Who am I kidding?

Fucking or no fucking.

I am never leaving her.

She reacts to my touch even in her sleep. Such a good girl, lying on her back for me as I crawl down her body. I take off her panties and spread her legs, my dick jerking at the sight of her. Pink and bare. She shaved for me, though I don’t mind either way.

This woman is beautiful. Perfect. Nothing could ever change that.

Nothing could make me love her any less.

Fuck. I do. I love her.

And fuck again, because the taste of her cunt goes straight to my head. Down to my balls.

Though we established that I have free use pass, I won’t fuck her. When I finally fuck her, it’ll be when I can stick around. When I can hug her and settle her after taking her by force.

After showing her I’m the only one.

Like I told her, her rapist didn’t exist. I’ll remove him from this world, slowly, painfully. Then I’ll spend the rest of my life erasing him from her memory.

“Mmm…” The sounds of her pleasure will never get old.

I’m addicted, and I want more.

I will have more.

She’s wet when I shove one finger inside her. I curl it as I eat her out, rubbing in that spot that has more of her juices soaking my finger.

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