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Using my grip on her hips, I slide her into my arms, and carefully stumble until my back hits the closet wall, and I slip to the floor, cradling her to my chest.

Our hearts beat rapidly as one, our lungs struggling to drag in a full breath. It's harsh, and raw, but euphoric.

Allison is mine, completely,finally.

“Tell me about your mother,” she whispers, and I stiffen at the unexpected inquiry.

“Why?”

“Because I already know about your father. Because you know so much about me… I feel like you’re still a mystery.”

Rubbing circles on her back, I consider her question. She has a right to know; I’m not hiding anything from her. But talking about my family puts me in a sour mood, and I’m not ready to lose my peace after coming in her sweet body.

“Please, Mathias.”

Fuck.I can’t deny her anything, especially when she pleads so softly.

“My mother was a selfish woman. She abandoned me to Conrad once my father ended their arrangement. She washed her hands of us and never looked back. I have no idea where she is, or even if she’s still alive.”

“I’m sorry,” Allie murmurs, kissing my chest, then moving higher to kiss the cross tattoo on my neck. All of the Blackchapel Bastards got them years ago to seal our commitment to each other.

“Don’t be. While I hated Conrad and his lessons, one good thing came of it—my brothers.”

“You love them.”

“They’re my family. Not the two people whose DNA I happen to share.”

She wiggles closer and sighs. “I’m envious, you know. I wanted to build a strong support system of friends who became family. I thought Bailey would always be there, but I chose poorly.”

“Don’t say that. You didn’t know she’d turn on you. At one point, she treated you well, or else you never would have stayed as loyal as you did. That’s an admirable quality, not a weakness.” I squeeze her tighter, hating the self-deprecating way she views herself.

“If you say so…” Changing the subject, she mutters, “Tasha’s going to have a field day with me tomorrow.”

“A lot has happened, but she’s equipped to help you through your feelings. And if she’s not, then we’ll find someone who is.”

“I don’t want a new therapist, Mathias.”

Using my hold on Allie to close the inches of space between us, I grin. “Good, then you'll make it work. Talk about whatever you need to, but keep your involvement with the Blackchapel Bastards vague. All she needs to know is that you're safe and in the care of an extremely handsome man.”

Allie playfully punches my arm at that last part, and I grunt from the light impact.

“You're pretty feisty for a woman who just lost her virginity.”

“Orgasms give me a second wind,” she teases.

“Hmm… Sounds like a challenge to wear you out. Why don't we take a hot bath together?” I hoist her higher in my arms and carefully stand before heading toward the bathroom. “I'll even clean your sore pussy with my tongue.”

Allie's laughter is a breath of fresh air. It sweeps away the brutal childhood memories made at Blackchapel Manor and replaces them with joyful ones.

“Such a gentleman.”

I turn my head to whisper in her ear. “For you? Always.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ALLISON

The black screen switches to Tasha as my therapy appointment officially starts the next morning. Squirming in my seat, I search for a comfortable position after having Mathias's weighty cock shunting between my thighs a mere hour ago.

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