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My nails claw his back, tearing flesh, and he groans, louder, darker, licking the blood from my shoulder, tasting me like I tasted him, and I’m still coming, the pleasure penetrating bone.

“Fuck, Everly.” His voice is shredded, hands gripping tighter, slamming me down to meet every brutal thrust. “You scream for me. You come for me. You fucking bleed for me.” A shiver slides through me as he drags a finger through the blood pooling on my collarbone, his gaze following the scarlet trail as he smears it down my chest. “I’m certifiably out of my fucking mind for you, woman.”

My pussy clenches around him so tight he curses, loud, filthy, burying his face is my neck as I cry out while he rails me impossibly deep, water sloshing, slapping my skin, and I’m lost—sweat, blood, him—my body a live wire sparking under his assault.

His arms snake up my back, hands on my shoulders as he forces me down hard to meet his grueling thrusts, hips snapping, cock hitting deeper, faster, a relentless rhythm that breaks us both open wide…and he comes, snarling my name, his grip locking me against him like he’ll never let go. Like it’ll mean death if he does.

For the longest time, he keeps me there, letting me feel his cock jerk inside me, pulsing, and the thought of his cum inside me stokes an obsession that spirals through my veins, a swirl of heat that licks every inch of my body, branding me with the truth.

I’m his. Completely.

The faster his heart beats against my chest, the slower my world spins.

We’re wrecked, heaving, water settling softly around the chaos we’ve made, and I can’t help the delicate moans I make while trying to catch my breath.

“You’re beautiful, Everly Beaumont. A beauty no other man will ever touch.” With his forehead against mine, breath ragged, his hand trembles as he brings it up, fingers bracketing my throat. “Would it scare you if I said I’d rather drive a blade through your heart than let you walk away with mine in your hands?”

Fear should flood me, but possession coils in my gut, his threat binding me tighter. “No.” I place my palms on his face. “It makes me yours.”

I kiss him. Slow, languid, tongues flush then sliding deep, sweeping, dancing, lazily fucking his mouth.

“You. Are my. Obsession,” he confesses, and I swear it does things to me. Wild, primal, twisted things.

And I love it. His obsession? It’s become my addiction.

One I never want to be free of.

Chapter16

ISAIA

Something’s pulling me—wet, warm, relentless—and my eyes snap open to sunlight stabbing through the blinds, my breath hitching hard.

Everly. My little troublemaker.

She’s between my legs, lips wrapped tight around my cock, sucking me deep like she’s starving for it. Jesus, this woman’s gonna kill me before breakfast.

I groan, hips jerking instinctively, shoving myself deeper into that perfect mouth. She doesn’t flinch—takes it, eyes flicking up to mine, all heat and defiance under those lashes. Her tongue swirls, teasing the tip, then dives back down, throat flexing as she swallows me whole.

My hand’s in her hair before I can think, fisting it, guiding her—fuck, no, she’s guidingme, and I’m already half-gone, head spinning, blood roaring.

“Morning, baby girl,” I rasp, voice gravel and smoke, still thick from sleep. “You trying to choke on me first thing?”

She hums—fuckinghums, and the vibration shoots straight to my balls, tightening them up. My grip hardens, pulling her closer, and she gags, just a little, eyes watering. That sound, that look, it’s a goddamn drug, and I’m hooked, veins buzzing with it.

“Maybe this is me getting my revenge.” She swirls the tip of her tongue around the sensitive head, and I’m pretty sure she can kill me by doing that alone.

“Revenge?”

“Hmm-hmm.” There’s that hum around my dick again. “For waking me the same way.”

“Oh.” I bite my bottom lip as she takes me deep, my balls retracting. “You’re referring to the night you woke up with my tongue on your cunt.”

“The night you broke into my house.”

“You mean the night I broke your virginity.”

She drags her tongue from base to tip slowly, eyes trained on mine, and I suck air through my teeth. “Careful, now, troublemaker. You’re setting the bar of expectations real fucking high with morning cock-sucking.”

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