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My toes curl, feet pushing up as I stand on my tippy toes, shoving my ass back as much as possible to take him deeper. The pleasure continues to build, rolling through me intensely as I feel myself ready to crash.

"Come on me," he growls against my mouth. "I want to feel you again."

Even if I wanted to fight it, there's no way I would win. With three more deep thrusts, I fall over the edge, a scream ricocheting around the room as I shake beneath him. Damon slams into me a few more times, but my body squeezes him so tight that he joins me in the blissful high seconds later.

His face pushes into my neck, his low growl and curse vibrating against my skin as he stills, fingers pressing into me hard enough to leave marks.

I drop my head, the side of my face resting on the cool surface as the two of us breathe heavily, still joined together.

"Maintenant tu es à moi aussi," he whispers, placing kisses over my neck and jawline. I don't know what the words mean, but I do know one thing.

Now that I have him, I'm not letting him go.

Chapter 31

Damon

Fuck everything.

I no longer care about the personal consequences or retaliation from Arthur or my father.

Let them come for me.

In fact, I fuckingdarethem. Because right now, the only thing that matters is this feeling—this moment.

The sun is just starting to peak over the horizon, little whispers of light creeping into my room. The usual morning chill is non-existent, the blanket pushed down and resting low on my hips. Avery's warm naked body is curled up against me, her breathing steady as she sleeps soundly.

My arm is wrapped around her, fingers stroking her back as I stare at the ceiling. I'm not sure if I slept at all last night, but I feel more energized than ever before.

After we left the kitchen, I dragged her straight back here to the Westwood Wing before fucking her again—and again.

There was no way I was going to send her back to her room alone. Even if I stood outside her room all night, not being ableto touch or see her would be torture. Plus, she deserves more than being made to sleep alone after what we did.

I saw red last night when she texted me, filling me in on Arthur's latest bullshit move. Grey was equally as mad, ready to go on the warpath and storm down to Arthur's office if I wanted him to. When I said no, he offered me something else, to my surprise.

"Switch places with me tonight. Go see her."

Neither of us needed to exchange more words after that, the silent conversation and meaning was loud and clear. After having her come on my hand yesterday, I knew we were past the point of no return. I couldn't hold back any longer. And apparently, that was obvious to Grey too.

It's still over an hour or so until the guards wake everyone for breakfast. I'm well aware that I'm about to set in motion a chain of events that may throw gasoline on the already burning fire. But I'm done with their bullshit and antics. Grey's right—we're going to find another solution to stop them. And in a few hours, word will spread about this.

A domino effect will ripple through Lilydale. Avery being in my room is not only afuck youto Arthur's rules—it means more than that.

It means I've claimed her.

She was already untouchable before, tied to Grey and Ashwood, but now with my mark and protection, she's going to be on a pedestal beyond that. The other patients will respect it, but the staff… that's another ballgame.

I'm well aware that this also means putting a target on her back. They already went after her for the connection she had to Cirque des Morts. But knowing that she's nowmine? My father will lose his shit. Arthur will be furious—they will want to hurt me. But I'll be perfectly fucking clear with everyone…

Touch her and I'll make your nightmares seem like a happy place. I'll burn everything and everyone without blinking.

They will beg for death because it will be the easy way out.

With my free hand, I reach for my cell, sending a text off to Grey. It's early but he'll be awake—best to prepare him so we can come up with a plan. The last thing we need is for him to be hit by surprise, even if he knows what I was doing last night. The guards will raise the alarm once they find her room empty and it's our opportunity to take a stand by escorting her out together.

A warning.

There's a coup coming and we're not afraid to spill blood.

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