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Theo’s hand threaded through mine. “This is wild.What’s happening between us. There’s no denying it. So let’s just ride the ride.”

“I want to let it all go. I do,” I said.

“Then do.”

“What if that’s a mistake?”

“How? How can anything that feels this good be a mistake?” His hand reached down, rubbed my stiff cock. I pulsed against his grip. He had a point. Maybe I was overthinking all of this? It wouldn’t have been the first time that my mind had been my own worst enemy.

“Tell me you want to leave,” Theo said, his breath hot against my neck. “Tell me, or I’ll never stop.”

I didn’t answer him. I kissed him instead, my tongue finding his, my body caught in the flickering flames of our passion. I’d be left a pile of ash on the floor after tonight. I didn’t care. If this was a mistake, then so fucking be it. If this was wrong, then I’d accept the prospect of never being right again.

I was obsessed. I’d become consumed by Theo Glass, and I didn’t want to entertain any thoughts that countered that. All I wanted was him.

Fuck.

I think I am in love. I’m obsessed, and I’m in love, and I’m in so much fucking trouble.

Because one thing was certain: obsession could ruin a man—or drive him to the truth.

Chapter 25

Theo Glass

That single feathercould have ended me. It could have ruined everything that was forming between Jace and me. This beautiful, monstrous, passionate, ecstasy-filled being that gestated in the center of our beings.

But it didn’t. I was beginning to feel like nothing could ruin us. What a dangerous assumption to make, but it felt like the truth.

The catch being that the truth was the only thing thatcoulddestroy this.

But that would be something to worry about for later. Same as the revelation about my father. The longer I stood here in Jace’s presence, the more calm I felt. The more sure I was that things would be right. I’d have to make them right, of course, but I could. I had that power.

And right now, I also had the object of my intense desire right here in front of me.

I can’t believe I told him I loved him.

That was something that I’d never said to any man before. Never quite felt it. I wasn’t sure I even knew what it would feel like when it arrived. But there was no denying it, especially not now. Not with how he helped me come down from the peaks of one of the worst anxiety attacks I’d ever experienced.

The tequila shots also likely aided in that, but there was no denying Jace’s effect.

It didn’t scare him away, either. He accepted it. He didn’t say it back, but he didn’t push me away, either.

That was a good sign. This was all a good sign.

My father…?

I kissed Jace angrily. My tongue lashed at his. My hand gripped his throat. He moaned. His body reacted to my passion, his cock pushing against mine. I wanted to get lost in him. Wanted to forget about my discovery. I’d deal with it tomorrow, when the sun came up.

My own father? How? Why?

I knew why.

He was a monster.

And monsters needed to be put down.

But, again, that would come later.

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