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"Not close enough."

He shifted his knee between my legs and pushed them apart before pressing himself against my entrance. "What about now?" he whispered against my lips.

"Still not close enough."

With a slow thrust, he entered me, and I gasped at the sensation. He moved slowly, savoring our reunion but also taking care of me in my fragile state. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to be as close as possible.

"And now?" His lips trailed hot kisses down my neck, making my heart skip a beat.

"Now," I gasped, "I want you to erase every memory of him from my body."

"I'm going to consume you until all you can taste is me, ravish you until you forget any other touch, and love you until there's no trace of him left,” he promised. “Tell me, little rabbit, how about now?”

"Now, it's enough."

The devil isn’ta mythical creature with horns and a tail. No, he is a flawed man who walks alongside his demons. He prowls through the shadows, standing on the precipice of darkness and light, and shares a dance with temptation at every turn. He devoured me slowly, tearing away at my very being until I danced in the darkness with him. Our love story is one of tragedy and triumph, of betrayal and redemption, and of free will and fate. And at the end of it all, I stand proudly by his side—his one true love, his queen—and willingly venture into the abyss, hand in hand with him.My love.My king.Mydevil.

Vivamus, moriendum est.

46

EPILOGUE

KAI

Icouldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when everything changed. It could have been when I was at the club, surveilling one of Alexander Benson’s shady clients in an attempt to uncover his whereabouts and gather information on his drug operations. Or maybe it was as I watched a certain green-eyed, ebony-haired seductress dancing on stage, her perfect tits barely contained in a black lace bra and her round ass teasingly rubbing against the dicks of Benson’s perverted patrons. She commanded the room with her tantalizing movements, her curvy hips capable of making any man forget their name and succumb to their primal desires. These sleaze-balls were mesmerized by her, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away either.

Every time our eyes met, everything else faded into the background. I shouldn’t have felt this way about her. Hell, I’d never felt that way about any girl. I’d had Maddie keeping my dick warm every night, and yet, all I could think about wasmydark-haired goddess. I fantasized about her lips on mine, her hair tangled in my fingers, and my cock buried deep inside of her, stretching her to the brim. I was a hit-it-and-quit-it type of guy. One that fucked hard and left before the sun came up. I had a strict “no sleepover” rule, and no one would change my mind. So, why was I wasting my time chasing down the girl who couldn’t be tamed? Why did I watch her, night after night, begging for her attention, just for her to turn me down? I wasn’t a guy who got friend-zoned, yet every time I got close and chipped away at her defenses, she’d rush to fix the cracks, making her walls even more impenetrable.

So, when I watched Mila run up the hillalone, I felt this suffocating emptiness in my soul. Like the air had been sucked out of the room. I wanted to charge into the compound and bring her back with me, but I couldn’t. She wasn’t my mission. And every hour that went by, with no word from her and no indication that she was alive, the ache in my heart festered, seeping through every fiber of my being and taking root in my soul.

Now, I was scouring every connection I had to learn of her status. I wanted to be present in my life, but my thoughts were consumed withher.Sitting outside, I watched Archer and Mila interact with each other. Mila was laughing at something Archer was saying, and he was looking at her like she was some cosmic event, watching her, paying attention to every detail like each second was his last. I craved a connection as soul-consuming as theirs. They were bound together by blood, lost in each other, ignoring the rest of the world around them. I couldn’t help but feel jealousy creeping up, like a poisonous vine wrapping its tendrils around my heart, suffocating any hope of happiness I might have had.

I poured another double shot of whiskey. My mind was numbed with alcohol and regret. My eyes were fixated on the glowing screen of my phone, scrolling through Instagram photos of her green eyes, full, pink lips begging to be kissed, and that intense stare that seemed to see right through me. Five glasses later, I was starting to doze off when my phone vibrated loudly on the table, jolting me back to reality. In my drunken stupor, I fumbled for it, spilling my drink all over the cream rug beneath my feet.

I felt around for my phone, flipping it over to seeHflashing across the screen.

With a bated breath, I answered. “Hey, are you okay? I’ve been calling you.”

“Uhm, hi. This is Everly from Riverview General Hospital.” My stomach was in knots as I heard the unfamiliar voice on the other end. “I’m a nurse caring for a female patient named Haven Benson, and you were her emergency contact on her cell phone. Can I ask who I am speaking to?”

She put me as her emergency contact.

“This is Kai Montgomery. Is she okay? Can I talk to her?”

“Unfortunately, Ms. Benson is currently in surgery to repair a splenic hemorrhage caused by a gunshot wound. I was actually calling to gain some clarification, hopefully.”

My chest tightened as she explained Haven’s situation.

“Clarification?”

“Yes, sir. Ms. Benson was found near the ambulance bay of our Emergency Department, and the police are hoping to talk to someone who might know how she got shot.”

“Did you ask her?”

“She was found unconscious and was unable to provide any details,” the nurse explained. “Can you tell me your relationship with Ms. Benson so I can update her chart?”

Silence.

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