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“Yours.’’
“Come for me, hellion. Let me see you fall apart on my cock.’’
My eyes stay locked on his as I let myself go, giving myself to the immense pleasure entirely. The orgasm rips through me in a harsh wave, my inner walls clenching down on his cock. He grips my hip tightly, slamming me down onto him, one last time before spilling his warm cum inside me, keeping me in place.
“That’s my good girl.’’
My breathing is short, and I try to come back from the high he’d taken me to, my chest rising up and down quickly. “God’s sake, that was fucking intense.’’
“It was,’’ he admits.
The look in James’ eyes changes. There’s a speck of softness I’m not used to seeing, and his eyes soak in the current state I’m in. He doesn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, our heavy breathing filling the void.
“I’m not religious,’’ he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me. “But God, hellion. You’re my heaven-sent solace.’’
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Rose
James holds my hand tightly, our fingers intertwined as he leads me out of the dark spot behind the food tent. My eyes adjust to the flashing lights quickly, head turning to the side, taking in the scenery.
“There’s a lot fewer people here now,’’ I yell over the loud music. James stops, turns to look at me, and nods.
“Hudson is working on evacuating people.’’
Relieved, I sigh. “There are still a lot of people on the rides.’’
His jaw clenches. “I know. You need to know that they’re doing as best as possible. Getting everyone to safety will be impossible, hellion. There are over three hundred people here.’’
Deep down, I understand the severity of the situation. The fact that they managed to get at least a hundred people out is more than impressive, especially since we’re on a tight clock, and we have no idea when Vivian will detonate the bombs.
“Has anyone tried speaking to the men that are carrying the bombs?”
“Hudson should be doing that,’’ James explains. “Noelle is currently looking for Vivian. She’s somewhere here; I can smell her.’’
I frown. “You can?”
“I didn’t mean it literally,’’ he deadpans. “I can just feel her around.’’
“She’s somewhere here, then,’’ I say, knowing the importance of trusting a gut feeling. “But where?’’
James starts looking around, and I follow suit. My eyes skim through various people, rides, and the little spots for souvenirs. I may not know them all personally, but I can recognize Hudson’s men. All dressed in professional suits, with an earpiece, with guns in their hands. They’re still guiding people out, creating two new exits.
Vivian has to be somewhere far from the main impact of the explosion but still close enough to witness it firsthand. The carnival, from what I’ve seen when Maverick brought me here, is located right outside of the small forest, with a few hills nearby.
My eyes catch sight of something, and my hand shoots up, pointing. “There!”
James’ head snaps in the direction of my finger, and he nods immediately. “The perfect spot to watch the chaos she created.’’
It’s a small hill, but high enough to watch over the entire carnival. It’s hidden in the darkness, and if it weren’t for the flickering lights, I never would’ve seen it. There’s no sign that anyone’s there, but then again, she wouldn’t just broadcast it to everyone.
“Okay, now we need to—’’
My words get cut off when I hear someone scream out my name. My head snaps to the side, and there stands Hudson. Around ten feet away, his hair was disheveled, and his blazer was slightly wrinkly.
His eyes light up with pure joy and relief when he sees me, and I can’t control myself.
My feet carry me toward him, dropping James’ hand — and he lets me. Tears swell in my eyes, threatening to spill right over. I start running, ignoring the piercing pain that intensifies with each step, my destination clear.
