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“Fuck—I'm cumming!” she shouted, her body unraveling as she squirted, creamed, and soaked his dick all over again.

Hassan gritted his teeth, chasing his own release. Her pussy was so damn wet, so tight, so perfect—he could barely hold on. A few more strokes and his body tensed as he came hard, nutting deep in the condom, letting out a low groan as he rode it out.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her toned, glistening back, tasting the warmth of her skin one last time.

He pulled out slowly, watching her collapse onto her back, chest rising, hair wild, a euphoric smile lighting up her whole face. She looked like pure bliss—and he couldn’t help himself.

“Fuck…” she breathed. “That was so good.”

Hassanchuckleddarkly,stillcatchinghisbreath.Novawho?Sevyn was different. Better. The best.

She got up to use the bathroom while Hassan sat there, glancing at the mess they made on the sheets. He reached for his boxers and slid them on, not even bothering with the rest of his clothes.

Minutes later, Sevyn came out, looking exhausted but satisfied, wearing nothing but her panties. She crawled into bed with that soft smile he was already starting to crave.

“Sleepy, huh?” he asked, voice calm but amused. “Yes,” she groaned. “My legs feel like noodles.”

She slid under the covers, clearly done for the night.

“Want me to leave?” he asked, even though the thought of getting up made something in his chest tighten. He never stayed. Never cuddled. Never gave a woman anything more than nut and silence. But right now, leaving felt wrong as fuck.

“No,” she said simply, patting the spot beside her—the same one he laid in last time.

Hassan eased in, and she turned on her side, back facing him. “Stay on your side,” she warned with a soft smirk in her voice.

“I’m not the one you need to be telling that to,” he murmured, grinning as she smacked her lips and flipped him off before drifting off almost instantly.

Once she was fully asleep, Hassan pulled her closer, letting her body rest on top of his. Her warmth, her breath, the softness of her skin—all of it settled something wild in him.

He didn’t know what the fuck this was. But he knew one thing for sure—he needed her close.

And he wasn’t ready to let her go.

Chapter 18

(4:30 am)

Hassan walked out of Sevyn’s building with a hard scowl cutting across his face, jaw tight as the night played on a loop in his head. The way her body felt under him, the soft moans that spilled from her lips, the way she unraveled in his arms—it haunted him in the best way. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay there, stay with her, fall asleep with her warmth pressed against him and wake up the same way. But peace never lasted long in his world.

Tinka’s voice echoed in his head—Braxton at the casino, asking for him, and not alone. A detective was with him.

Now he was behind the wheel, speeding through the streets with tension in his shoulders and chaos clawing at his mind. He’d already called Roman, who agreed to meet him there. Another interruption. Another moment where something good slipped through his fingers because his past wouldn’t stay buried.

When he pulled into the lot, Roman’s red Lamborghini had just parked. He stepped out looking annoyed, dragging a hand down his face.

“Mane, I’m tired of this nigga already. I was laid up with my wife,” Roman said, adjusting his jacket as they walked toward the entrance.

Hassan didn’t respond. His silence said enough.

They were met at the door by Bully, who wordlessly led them through the casino. The lights, the sound, the energy buzzing around them didn’t matter. All Hassan could think about was Sevyn. The way her voice cracked when she told him Braxton cheated. The pain in her eyes when she said he got Ariel pregnant.

They entered the private room where Braxton and the detective sat casually sipping cognac—offered by Tinka, no doubt. Braxton leaned back like he had something to prove, but Hassan could see the tension in his shoulders. Roman stood beside him, arms folded, lips curled in a slight smirk.

“Probably the best cognac you niggas ever tasted,” Roman said dryly.

Hassanstillhadn’tsaidaword.HiseyeswerelockedonBraxton likea loaded gun. The detective didn’t even register. All he saw was the man who hurt the only woman who’d ever seen him past the ice. And the only reason Hassan hadn’t ripped him apart already was because this wasn’t the place.

“Want something to drink?” Tinka asked, her voice calm as her eyes moved between Hassan and Roman.

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