Page 88 of Rebellion

Keep calm.

He moved his other finger up to her temples and rubbed them. Sofia let out a soft sigh.

Good girl.

Let me take care of you.

He used one hand to massage her scalp, still running a finger of his other hand over her face. Along her nose, over her cheeks, then up to her forehead. Over and over until her breathing deepened.

Finally, he reluctantly drew away. Not because he wanted to but because he didn’t want to risk waking her up.

Colm wasn’t sure how long he sat there watching her. But the sound of a soft snore escaping her jolted him into awareness.

He had to grin. No doubt she’d be embarrassed if she realized she was snoring in front of him. Getting up, he stretched.

Fuck. He needed some sleep, but he was too wound up. His dick was still hard from seeing her breasts, touching them.

Shit. Reaching under his pants, he squeezed the stiff shaft.

Nope.

Giving himself a hand job while she slept was a step too far. If she woke up... well, no doubt she’d think him a pervert.

So he gave himself one last squeeze and promised his balls they weren’t always going to be in this amount of pain. That one day, he’d get to bury himself inside her.

Claim her the way he wanted to.

Stepping back, he glanced over at the armchair. He wanted to sleep beside her, but he didn’t want to jolt her and risk hurting her. He didn’t like that she had to sleep semi-reclined. Why hadn’t the doctor done more to help with her back pain? Surely something else could be done.

He made a mental list of all the things he had to look into when it came to her.

It was fast becoming a long list.

Grabbing the armchair, he dragged it over to the side of her bed. Maybe he wouldn’t sleep, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d stayed awake this long.

He’d only just sat when she let out a small whimper. Immediately, he stood and walked over to her.

Was she dreaming about what had happened tonight? He wouldn’t blame her if she was having a nightmare.

However, hadn’t she said that she’d been suffering from nightmares for a while?

But what were her previous nightmares about?

Oleg.

Had to be. That motherfucking ass-pig had a lot to answer for. How dare he mistreat Colm’s girl?

And how could you have let her stay with him? You should have gotten her away from him earlier.

Maybe then she wouldn’t be this haunted.

He ran his finger over her face. “Shh, baby. I’m here. I have you. I’m not going to let anyone harm you.”

The whimpers stopped and the lines on her face eased.

Regret and guilt hit him hard and fast.

This was his fault.

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