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Her name was like a mantra on my lips as I thrust into her body, being overtaken by desire. I lifted her hips and grabbed her ass until she screamed out in ecstasy, throwing her head back as she orgasmed and her wetness flooded over both of us. My body shattered with impossible craving as finally after all these long years without her, I had her. I filled her with everything I had. She was the blood in my veins and the yearning in my soul. She was everything to me.

My world.

My body shuddered as I cried out in ecstasy and released hot steamy cum to her welcoming chalice.

My body folded forward I scooped her up in my arms and I held her tightly against her my entire body shaking with the power of my orgasm.

It was cool in the dark shadows of the bedroom. Caroline’s head nestled against my shoulder, her body warm in my embrace, her breath soft and whispering against my skin. It was all I could do not to wake her up and make love to her again.

I couldn’t.

I could never do that again. It had been a mistake. Even in the quiet moments here with her asleep, it didn’t make sense. We always had great chemistry, but she didn’t really want me. Not in the way I wanted her. She didn’t love me anymore and I would be an idiot to think she did or even if she should. Especially after the things I had done.

I gently moved my arm out from underneath her head, resting it back on the pillow. She moaned lightly, rolling over and reaching for me, but I slid quickly out of her grasp and she clutched the duvet instead, pulling it against her and slipping into a quiet sleep. I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, staring out at the dark waters of the bay that shone with reflective lights.

“Who was behind these attacks?” I muttered the words quietly, even though the truth was I wanted to scream them in frustration.

I grabbed my phone, dialing the only number I had on speed dial nowadays.

“I need you to watch her.” Ratchet knew it wasn’t a request. I needed someone to be with her at all times to make sure nothing happened to her. “Get here as soon as possible.”

I hung up the phone, my hands going to her wet sweater that was lying on the floor. It smelled like more than bay area water. It smelled like monsters. I was going to stop this once and for all, even if I had to go to the DGC to stop it.

Chapter 32

CAROLINE

When I woke up, he was gone.

Of course, he was. I didn’t know why it surprised me.

I clenched my eyes shut and ran my hands through my hair.

What had I done?

I had made love to Ryder of all fucking people. He was the one I was trying to get over, the one I was trying to get out of my system, the one who had shown me he was a monster. The one who had kidnapped me, the one who had locked me up, and I’d had sex with him like some sex starved student in need of deep dicking.

What an idiot I was.

I had fallen for him.

I had let him into my bed; I had allowed it to happen. There was no one to blame but myself. The raw loneliness I felt inside me and the need to have him back again immediately. I felt bereft with him gone. I missed his passion and his comfort. Instead, I was locked up. Even if it was in a luxurious Victorian, it didn’t change the fact I was locked up and unable to leave this place.

Somebody was moving around downstairs.

Great.

I knew the satyrs were outside. We’d narrowly escaped them before with Sophie’s cloud magic. I didn’t think the satyrs were meant to be in the house, though.

I sat up and looked at the mirror. My hair looked like I’d been well fucked, which was true but not exactly the impression I wanted to make on whoever was assigned to watch me.

Ratchet, no doubt.

I quickly went to the shower, scrubbing off the smell of Ryder’s body. Trying to get rid of every last touch he made against my skin. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. I had to make sure I couldn’t remember how magical he felt, how insanely beautiful it had been to have his skin against mine, his tongue in my mouth and his cock inside me.

I scrubbed my skin until it was bright red. And then I leaned against the shower wall and let the tears fall. They weren’t tears of fear; it was the loneliness and missing Ryder that had always stayed with me. All those long times he had been gone when we were married, all of those times he had left me alone. All the trauma of that was repeated.

He’d left me yet again with no word of explanation.

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