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I drive into her like a machine. There’s no easing into this. I thrust hard and fast, the intensity building with each movement. Slamming into her with so much force, her bed moves, the headboard bouncing against the wall. The deeper I go, the tighter her grip becomes. I don’t give her the chance to catch her breath as the tip of my cock hits that spot deep within her, leaving her gasping for air. My plan is to ruin her for any man who may come after me while she holds on tightly.

Despite the burn in my thighs from this angle and force, I push through without giving up. When I feel her slipping, my grip tightens, and I push onward, ignoring the strain, determined not to stop. When she goes limp in my arms, I lower her body onto the bed. Ignoring her flaring arms as she reaches for the comforter and her grip tightens, I refuse to stop.

My hands firmly grasp her hips, feeling the heat of her body. The rhythmic pressure of my fingers into her flesh continues, a prelude to the colorful tapestry of bruises that will soon mark her.

When I reach my breaking point, I reposition my hand, ensuring that my thumb presses firmly against her clit. It sends her over the edge again, for what I believe is the fifth time since we walked into her room. This one is harder. Witnessing her momentary loss of consciousness from how powerful this one hits, I finally give in. After climbing on top of her, I thrust three more times before pausing, experiencing the sensation of my body twitching and releasing inside her.

Not just my cum, but everything I’ve held back after my wife died. And I know right then that I’m in trouble if she ever endsthis, because I’m pretty sure I won’t survive losing someone else.

Chapter 18

Nolan

SEPTEMBER

After a long ass shift, I walk into my house to find my sister on the couch with a box sitting in front of her. Seeing her tears, I’m filled with the urge to hunt down her useless ex and beat the shit out of him for hurting her.

Both girls are gone since it’s that time of year again and school is back in full swing. To prepare Mollie for kindergarten and give the two of us a much-needed break, I enrolled her in pre-k.

As she reaches for the box, a tear escapes her eye, falling onto the lid. “Wanna help me burn these?”

“Burn what exactly?” I reach inside and find all the rsvp response cards. Her wedding was supposed to happen this weekend. She finally got everything canceled with no help from the prick. “Sure.”

“I figured I should wait until the official firefighter showed up before I torched them. Rylee wanted to help, but that didn’t seem like the brightest idea. We’d probably have burned down the building and I just can’t deal with one more crisis at themoment.” Cora picks up the box and walks around me, heading for the backyard.

I toss my bag on the floor and follow her. “Smart idea. No reason to put a bunch of other people out of their homes because you two thought a bonfire was an indoor Olympic event.”

My joke makes my sister chuckle as she drops the box on the brick patio. She walks over to my charcoal grill and removes the lid.

Nothing cooks meat like a charcoal grill. I don’t care what anyone else says.

It’s heavy, but that doesn’t stop her from dragging it out from under the overhang. While she’s doing that, I open the wooden box next to the house where I keep everything I need to light it up.

After she has it in a clear and safe spot, Cora stomps over to the box she carried outside and grabs a photo first. She glares at it and huffs. “God, I really hate you. You are a mother ducking coward, and I hope everything goes wrong with this new adventure you ran off to. May you get a horrible STD that causes your dick to fall off while oozing green puss.”

“Don’t hold back, sis. Maybe a voodoo doll would be a great way to get your anger out.” Lifting the bag of charcoal, I scatter a handful across the grill. “After we burn these, we should make some burgers. I’m pretty sure I have hamburger in the fridge.”

“I like that idea. Both of them, actually. And if I had a voodoo doll, I’d probably toss it on the flames to watch it burn, while praying all his hopes and dreams go up in flames.” Several more photos are added to the burning charcoal, followed by a liberal, almost excessive squirt of lighter fluid. Way more than necessary, but I don’t stop her. This is her way of purging all traces of him from her life, and if it aids her in the healing process, I’ll be right by her side.

However, I’m smart enough to understand what will happen when she lights a match and tosses it on the fumes. Which is why I don’t hand them to her until I turn on the water and unravel the hose. Once it’s in my hand, I toss them to her.

“Are you worried I’ll burn your house down?” She casts a sideways glance at the garden hose, a subtle smirk curving her lips.

With a shake of my head, I spray a generous amount of water around the grill, saturating the dry grass. “Nope. Just don’t want you to catch the grass or yourself on fire. Cause as soon as you toss a match on that, it’s gonna light the fumes. So do it quick and don’t stand too close.”

Cora raises one eyebrow as she takes a step back. With a flick of her wrist, she strikes a match, tosses it and the tiny flame catches the lighter fluid inside the grill with a whoosh, long before the match itself lands.

“Dammit! I wanted to be here when you did that. I told you I was on my way.” Rylee’s voice booms from the side of my house where the gate is. “I had a whole ritual planned. Even ordered this crazy doll on Amazon and was going to let him be the fire starter.”

It’s not a voodoo doll, but it’s some plush doll that looks similar to the asshole who stood my sister up. “Where the hell did you find that?”

Rylee shrugs and waves the damn thing in the air. “You’d be surprised what you can find when you type in things you can burn to get over a small dick man who has worms for brains.” With narrow eyes, she leans in, rising onto her toes as she approaches. “Is that a hickey on your neck?”

The bite mark, given to me four days ago, has gradually faded. There’s another one on my left peck that hasn’t faded as much. I’ve considered visiting a tattoo shop and getting itpermanently inked there. Just thinking about how it happened brings a surge of life back to my dick.

My sister joins her friend. “Turn your head. How did I not notice that? That’s not new.” She snaps her fingers twice and points at me. “That’s why Susanne is so up in your business right now. That explains Kellie’s worried mumbling about her grandma ruining everything. Explain.”

“I thought we were burning asshole’s shit?” I reach inside the box, grab a handful of rsvp cards, and pass them to her.

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