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Raine pushes my pants away, leaving us both panting in the icy air surrounding us. I sink between her legs, holding the bloody arrow between us. I run the cool metal along her skin, marring the pale skin in blood.

Her mouth falls open, pupils dilating, but not with fear. Raine wants it as badly as I do, the wicked edge promising pain and ecstasy. I drag it higher, across her collarbone to her breast.

She wraps her arms around me and rolls her hips against me, her pussy growing wetter with every teasing movement. “C-cole, please. I need you,” she whines, trying to bring her hot cunt to my aching cock.

I chuckle as I drag the tip of the weapon over the puckered nipple, watching it tighten. “Be careful what you wish for, little girl." My voice is threatening, yet soft. Raine tries to draw me closer, to bring our bodies together. Instead, I lean up, moving the tip of the now hot metal down her belly, then slam my fingers inside her.

“Don’t you look like a dirty little slut.”

Raine’s breath hitches. Her body arches into mine, begging, pleading for that connection we both crave. The world outside fades, leaving only the two of us, tangled in a web of desire and urge.

I toss the arrow aside, and dip my head lower, capturing one nipple in my mouth. Her sharp hiss sends shivers down my spine, and with every tug, her fingers grip my hair, urging me on.

I finally let my fingers explore her most intimate depths, teasing along her sensitive folds, discovering just how ready she is for me. She’s drenched, every moan echoing the flames of desire that envelop us. I expose her clit, swollen and yearning for attention.

“Please,” she begs. There’s a beautiful desperation in the way Raine grinds against me, seeking more, begging me silently not to stop.

“Look at you, Raine. Such a pretty little mess. You want to come, don’t you?” I taunt, my voice thick with lust.

“Yes, please, I need it,” she cries, her voice trembling as I continue to coax her towards her peak. As I slide three fingers deeper into her heat, I thumb her swollen clit, eliciting a desperate squeal that hangs in the air.

“Just like that,” she whimpers, “don’t stop.”

“Never.” Her stomach taut as pleasure coiled within her, ready to snap.

"That's it, baby, come for me," I growl, the sound raw and primal as I watch her fall apart.

“Oh, fuck!” she screams, shaking violently against the ground, her body succumbing to bliss. But before she can ride the wave of her high, before she can float back down to the reality around us, I slam home inside her. Her wet warmth envelops me, and I fight hard against the overwhelming tide of ecstasy threatening to pull me under.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you!” I command, my voice thick with desire as her thighs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her.

Raine’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and lust swirling together as I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, entwined in this reckless dance of unyielding passion. The world around us melted away, leaving only us—two souls ignited in fire, yearning to be consumed.

And consume, I would.

Epilogue

Raine

With the dirty inheritance from my piece of shit father, Cole and I set up a shelter for the battered women from the basement of the Double Edged bar. It’s a sanctuary built on the rubble of his misdeeds, cloaked in shadows, but brimming with hope. Every woman that finds refuge in our haven bears the marks of trauma—some physical, most emotional. Watching them heal became my obsession, a purpose to latch onto when memories of my sister claws at my mind.

The bar's cool surface held secrets, hidden scars etched in the wood, just like the ones carried by the women we shelter. It could have broken me—his legacy—but instead, it brought me closer to Cole.

“Are you ready to go home, Firefly?” Cole’s question pulls me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, just let me get something.” He nods, dropping his hands as I make my way to my father's study upstairs. With each step, I feel the echoes of my past, the air thickening with resentment. In my heart, I know I have to confront it all.

Inside the dim room, dust particles dance in the slivers of dying light while memories cling to the walls. I stumbled upona box hidden beneath the desk days earlier, and the desire for closure drives me to retrieve it. My fingers tremble as I open it, revealing Skye’s jewelry—a memory that gleams brightly among the darkness. My mother used to wear that necklace, the diamond sparkling inside the infinity knot, signifying hope and everlasting love.

Sadness washes over me, but the determination to not let more people be victims outweighs everything else. This necklace isn’t just a token; it’s a promise I made to myself: I will prevent my father’s cruelty from shadowing another life.

When I return to the bar, Cole is leaning against the bar countertop, watching me with those deep-set eyes that understand the unspeakable parts of me.

“What’s that?” He motions toward the box in my hands, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution.

“A reminder of who I’m fighting for,” I reply, the weight of my words settling in the space between us.

“A beautiful reminder.” He steps closer, his presence grounding me against the turmoil that swirled within. He kisses my forehead, then leads me out of the condemned bar, never to return.

As his fingers intertwine with mine, I feel strength coursing through me. Together, we are not just battling our pasts; we are crafting a new future—one where every woman will be heard, weaponized against the silence of their tormentors.

And as I lift Skye’s necklace to the light, I know—my father’s legacy is finally crumbling beneath the weight of the love and compassion we pour into each day. The shelter will become a sanctuary, and I will reclaim my voice with the fervor of a thousand storms.

Together, we will shatter the silence.

For every time I've been silenced, my fury will echo louder. I won't just reclaim my voice; I'll shatter the silence that dared to suppress it.

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