Page 66 of The Masks We Break

She lets out a low moan, pressing closer into me.

“How are you feeling?”

“Blissful,” she purrs.

Her answer sends a warmth through my chest, a deep satisfaction taking root.This girl is going to be the death of me.“Take a bath with me?”

“Please.”

I release her for a moment, disappearing into the bathroom to start a bath. While I let it fill up, I dispose of my condom and grab a soft cotton hand towel to clean her up. She lets out tiny whimpers of pleasure as I wipe through her folds, careful to be gentle.

After I’m done, I scoop her up, carrying her warm body to the tub. I ease her in first, then climb in behind her. Luckily the oversized tub is large and her small body fits inside mine well, leaving enough room for us to sit comfortably.

Using a small towel, I brush it along her shoulders, dipping into the water and trail between her legs.

Remy’s head falls back, a moan spilling from her lips. I slide a finger through her slit, rolling the metal ball under my fingertip. My other hand finds her breast, kneading it softly.

Her hips buck up, and I push them down with my palm, biting into the curve of her neck.

“Stay still,” I growl the warning. She yelps, but obeys, spreading her legs farther apart.

“Good girl.”

I dip two fingers inside, curling them up while my thumb rolls over her sensitive bud. In a matter of minutes her pussy flutters, her moans growing louder until she spasms, combusting around my hand. As her pants return to normal, she leans back, gazing at me from her periphery.

“Can I ask you something?” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

She maneuvers around in the tub, straddling my lap. I bite back a groan when she slides over my length, focusing on her face instead. “Of course.”

“I need to know if one day you could see yourself loving me.”

For the first time in my life, Iwantto lie. I want to grab her perfect face and tell her that I feel all the same emotions she does and that my heart beats for her. Say all the romantic shit they do in those books she reads and mean every fucking word.

As selfish as I want to be in this moment, I’m not. “I enjoy your company. Our connection. But I don’t think that’s something I’m capable of. I’m sor—”

“Don’t apologize.” She swallows but her voice holds steady. “You’ve said this from the beginning. I just wanted to see if by some little miracle, things were different.”

The thought squeezes my throat, but I ask it anyway. “Do you want to end this?”

She sighs, her gaze flickering to the window before down to her knotted fingers. “I will one day. When the reality of it is too much for me to handle. Unless you’d rather rip the Band-Aid now?”

“No.” I grab her face, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “I want you here with me for as long as I can have you.”

She nods in my hold, a faint smile grazing across her mouth. The very mouth that I can’t imagine not belonging to me.

“I need you to make me a promise though,” she whispers.

“Anything.”

Remy puts her small hands over mine, pulling them into her lap. She looks down at them through the water, and a burn catches the back of my throat. “When I do leave, Blaze. Let me. And please, don’t let me come back.”

The reality of what she’s asking,what she wants, sinks into my skin, mixing with my blood like a toxin. My pulse feels sluggish, and a dull ache pulses behind my eyes.

As much as I don’t want to, I nod, knowing I owe her this. “I promise, puppet.”

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One, two, three, four, five.

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