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Once her soul has fallen back into her body, she goes limp in my arms, her head falling to my shoulder. I don’t say anything as she holds me tightly, as if this small action is as intimate as what we just did.

But as the seconds tick by, my body grows rigid, every muscle tensing within her embrace. She must sense that I’m becoming uncomfortable with the unwanted affection she’s giving me, because the next thing she does is release her hold from me, sliding back just enough so that our faces are inches away from each other. I catch her staring at my lips again, but if she wants me to kiss her, she has the good sense not to ask.

“You can’t die, Elias,” she says, surprising me with where her head is at after the earth-shattering orgasm I just gave her.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“I hope that’s true because stunts like the one you pulled earlier today can’t happen again,” she says a bit more sternly.

“Just because we fucked, doesn’t mean you get to boss me around,” I rebuke, pushing her off me, my cum sliding down her thigh. It takes everything in me not to stroke my cock awake and fuck her again with the sight. But she’s all business now.

Sex is no longer on the agenda—only ordering me about.

She closes her eyelids and takes a deep breath before opening them again. Her grim gaze and serious expression catch me a bit off guard, but I school my facial features to be completely void of any emotion so she can’t read my mind.

“You just don’t get it.” She shakes her head, frustrated. “I need you to live. If you’re going to make good on your vow to kill me, then you need to live. And that can’t happen if the vultures smell blood in the water,” she says, darting to the entrance of the tent, where we can hear low, rumbled whispers coming from the campfire outside. “There are people here who wouldn’tthink twice about killing you just so they could have a chance at winningThe Scourge.You need to be more careful,” she says in warning, looking honestly fearful for me.

“They don’t scare me.”

“That’s exactly the problem. Arrogance and pride will blind you from the threat that’s right in front of your eyes,” she says, placing a tender hand on my cheek.

The only threat I see is you, Roe. To my mind and my…

“No matter what,” she says, interrupting my troubled thoughts, “you have to survive. Even if that means that you are the one to winThe Scourge.”

That might be a problem.

Especially since I told the so-called hosts that my intention wasn’t to win. All I wanted was to be part of the Harvest Dozen with the sole purpose of killing her. Whatever happened after I achieved that, I left it up to them to decide. Of course, I don’t say anything of that nature to her. Some secrets are meant to be kept hidden for a reason.

“Go to sleep, Rowen.”

“But—” she begins to protest, forcing me to press my finger on her cupid bow lips to silence her.

“I said go to sleep. You need your rest, because in about an hour’s time, I’m waking you up to fuck you all over again.”

Apparently, the promise of a good fuck is enough to keep her obedient because she quickly lies down on her side and shuts her eyes.

Good girl.

Chapter 23

Rowen

Elias tightens his chokehold around my throat, making it almost impossible to breathe, while he continues to roughly fuck me from behind.

He hadn’t been kidding when he said I needed my rest. I’ve barely slept two full hours the whole night without being woken up with his dick inside me.

“That’s a good little slut,” he praises in my ear, as I wince in pain as my torn up panties—that are currently fastened around my wrists behind my back—begin to slice into my skin with each merciless thrust. “Take it all. Just take it.”

And I do as he commands—happily and often.

Thankfully, with all the screwing around we’ve done, his cock doesn’t feel like it’s going to tear me apart anymore. Now it feels like it was perfectly fashioned with me in mind.

And the filth that comes out of his mouth…

If I had heard anyone else speak that way to someone, I would feel second-hand embarrassment for them. But I love every word that comes out of his obscene mouth, just as muchas I love the feel of his strong hands dominating my body. Even now, as he chokes me to the point where I’m about to lose all my senses, I beg and moan for more.

He’s right.

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