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My power was stripped from me, my fighting spirit cut and spilled along a dirty parking lot. I was humiliated and abused, but maybe that’s the point.

You can’t be a survivor if there’s nothing to survive.

“They aren’t afraid of their own shadow.”

His lips twitch, and by God if I don’t want to make him smilejust to bask in it.

“I cast a pretty large shadow.”

“That’s okay.” I press a kiss to the skin above his heart, “I don’t mind the dark.”

He doesn’t say anything when my hands brush his stomach. The muscles tense under my touch, his skin giving me the reaction I need.

He gave me all his pieces tonight. Every sharp fragment, every twisted sliver to help replenish my own.

He gave me the power to ruin him.

And in turn, put me back on a pedestal that has always been equal with his own.

“Make me forget him.”

I meet his eyes, those stupidly pretty eyes that have haunted me since the first day I met Marlin Seaborn.

Make me yours again.

Chapter 56

MARLIN

A kind man would say no.

I am not a kind man.

The anger from earlier resurfaces like a dormant fire. I capture her lips and sew us together, ravishing and consuming every breath that comes out of her mouth like it’s the air I need to breathe.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

My heart pumps out the words, fuelling the flames torching my skin. I’m lost in her, lost to the sensation of her skin against mine, lost to the insatiable pressure building beneath my skin.

My little saint claws at my back like a woman possessed, wrapping her legs around my hips so there’snowhere for me to go. I grind into her, my tongue deep in her mouth so I can taste every fucking sound that comes out.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

It would seem I lost my mind as well as my heart tonight. Not a single rational thought breaks through the swell of emotions consuming me, the inexplicable needto make this right driving my hips home.

I reach between us and press down on her clit. It’s swollen and bruised, but I keep stroking until there’s just enough arousal at her entrance for me to push in.

“I’m the only one who makes you cry, little saint.” I thrust forward, forcing her to take every inch of me, “The only one who makes you bleed. The only one who makes youbeg.”

The last one sends me into a frenzy.

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