Page 90 of Silent Betrayal

“Gideon?” At the sound of her gentle voice, I freeze, my eyes widening as I look at Tucker. I try to compose myself as I slowly turn to find Mina standing inside my doorway, looking nervous.Is she scared of me?

Her eyes roam my face as I look at her, terrified to speak or even move.How much of that did she hear?

“Nothing that happened to me is your fault,” she says, taking a slow step towards me.

“Y—” I try to speak, but she cuts me off, stepping closer.

“No, Gideon. It’s mine. I should have told you, any of you, what was going on. Especially when you found the wound on my arm. But I was scared. Even if you had pushed me more, I wouldn’t have opened up, I wasn’t ready.”

I shake my head, wanting her to understand the full extent. “It’s my fault Brad attacked you.”

“No, it’s Brad’s fault. And if it didn’t happen that day, it probably would have been another. You can’t carry the weight of someone else’s choices on your conscience.”

“But—” I try to explain, but she keeps talking.

“Answer this. Is it my fault all those girls are dead?”

“What?” I ask in horror. “Of course not!”

“But they were killed because they looked like me. Is it my fault my mother poured bleach down my throat?”

The blood drains from my face as I shake my head, that image alone enough to shut me up. “If I had stopped talking, like she told me to, she wouldn’t have done it,” she tells me as her eyes dampen with tears.

Tucker steps up beside me. “You know that’s not your fault, Sugar, don’t you?”

She sniffles and shrugs, her eyes moving to mine. “Is it?” she asks me quietly.

Unable to hold back anymore, I step towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her up. I’m relieved when her arms come around my neck as I move to sit on my bed.

I stroke her hair as I kiss the side of head over and over, trying to sooth her. “Love, of course nothing they did to you is your fault.”

She sniffles and pulls back to look at me. “And it’s not your fault, either.” I frown at her, wanting to argue, but how can I? “Say it, Gideon. Tell me it’s not your fault,” she asks, her fingers scratching the nape of my neck, relaxing me.

“It’s…”

“Say it,” she whispers, her lips a breath from mine.

“It’s not my fault,” I whisper. My eyes flutter shut as she closes the distance and presses her lips to mine. I hold her there, unmoving as I bask in the feeling of finally kissing her. After a few moments, I place soft kisses on her lips over and over again.

The door clicks shut and I open my eyes, noticing Tucker has left us alone. I’ll have to thank him for his help later.

I resume kissing the amazing woman in my arms over and over until she surprises me by sucking on my lower lip. I pull back and see the heat in her face, making me dive in to kiss her fully.

After all this time, I’m finally getting my first taste of her, and I’m not surprised to find out she’s addicting. I take control of the kiss as I pull her against me, my erection straining against my leg, trapped by my slacks and boxers.

I grip her thigh as she tries to rub against me, seeking friction and notice the cute little dress she’s wearing is sliding up her bare legs. My hand follows it, moving underneath until I’m gripping her hip. She moans against me so I pull back just enough to ask, “do you want me to touch you, Love?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her hips thrusting against my abs, seeking contact. I kiss her as my fingers push into the side of her panties, finding her dripping for me.

“God, Love, you’re soaked.” I use my thumb to circle her clit as I push two fingers into her and she cries out. I swallow her moans as I start pumping into her, desperate to bring her that pleasure she seeks.

She thrusts her hips in rhythm with my fingers, making me grow even harder beneath her.

“Gideon!” she cries, moving her face to my neck, and I feel her teeth gently clamp down.Bloody hell, that feels good!

“That’s it,” I encourage her as she continues to fuck herself on my fingers. “Come for me, baby, I love you,” I whisper in her ear before sucking her earlobe into my mouth and she cries out against my shoulder, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as her body shakes with ecstasy.

I continue my fingers thrusting in and out of her, trying to extend her orgasm as long as I can, until her body relaxes, the tension fading. I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean, wanting to know what she tastes like. “Mmm, delicious,” I mumble and she turns to look at me as she leans on my shoulder.

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