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“Fuck yes. Give it to me. Come everywhere.”
With a shudder, I finish, and hot cum coats my stomach and Rhett’s hand.Fuck,it feels so good.
“Don’t you dare,” he says when my eyes start to slide shut. “You look at me through the whole thing.”
Even though it feels like I’m drowning in all the sensations, I manage to hold eye contact until Rhett stops stroking my dick. My head feels light, and my thoughts are fuzzy. “Rhett,” I pant as I lift my head.
He isn’t far behind me. His hand moves from the mattress to my throat as he says, “Stay like that. Just like that, Ell. Oh, fuck.”
He pounds into me for another minute before pulling out. Within seconds, he’s coming all over my stomach with a deep groan. I gaze up at him, watching as all his walls come crashing down, just for a few brief seconds.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He smiles, and it reaches his eyes. When he kisses me, my stomach flips, like I’m a teenager falling in love again. “Love you too, Ell.”
Chapter twelve
Rhett
Murder probably isn’t the best thing to think about to get myself to relax. Somehow, though, it’s the thing that helps the most often. Fantasizing about standing over Ludo’s limp, tortured, unmoving body is one of the only things that can calm the constant fury stirring in my chest.
There are other things that help, of course. Being with Elliot, Oliver, and Wren is the best thing. But right now, the penthouse is dead quiet. Everyone’s asleep, which means if I don’t distract myself, I’ll end up going off the deep end.
As I lie in bed, killing Ludo is where my mind defaults to. I’ve done this so many nights it’s practically habit. But tonight, not even thoughts of avenging Sammy are enough to bring me peace.
Gently, I move my hand under the covers until I find Wren’s arm. She’s out cold, so I don’t want to move her too much, but I doubt just touching her a little will wake her up.
Since thoughts of killing Ludo aren’t enough to get me to sleep, I try to think of the future. Normally that scares me—I’ve put little thought into what life will be like once we have our revenge. But tonight, I try to think of the happy things.
Everyone will be less stressed. Maybe I’ll be able to work through my aversions more. I’d like to be able to accept every hug or little touch that comes my way. I’d like to sayI love youmore often. Fuck, that’d be nice.
I’m not sure how long I lie in bed for, but sleep doesn’t come. I keep perfectly still, trying to trick my body into drifting off, but it doesn’t work. Just as I’m about to give up, grab my laptop, and move into the living room, Wren’s breathing changes.
At first, she inhales sharply, which is usually a telltale sign that she’s having a nightmare. But then she groans and sits up. For a second, she doesn’t move. Then she grabs her phone from the nightstand and checks the time.
When she gets up quietly, I assume she’s going to the bathroom, but she starts going through her bag. She slips out of her T-shirt, and I avert my eyes until she’s done changing. Maybe she’s cold so she’s putting something warmer on.
“You’re not a coward,” she mutters to herself. “It’s time to stop acting like one.”
Footsteps sound, and I realize she’s not coming back to bed. I almost call out to ask her where she’s going, but I stop myself. During my teen years, I did my fair share of sneaking out. If I was caught, I never would’ve admitted to what I was doing. Best to follow her.
When Wren opens the bedroom door, I swear under my breath. She must think I’m asleep. But still, why is she leaving like this? Where is she going? It doesn’t make sense.
Once she shuts the door, I get out of bed. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her get far by herself. I throw on some clothes, gritting my teeth when I hear the hallway door close. She should know better than to go out alone.
I stay in the penthouse until I hear the elevator open and close. Only then do I slip outside and hit the downward button. I keep an eye on the floor indicator for Wren’s elevator, watching the number descend until it hits the ground floor.
What the hell is she thinking?
One of the elevator doors opens, and I hurry inside, hitting the button to take me to the lobby. The thing takes forever to get down, and when I step out onto the ground floor, Wren is already gone.
Fuck.Fuck!Where could she have gone?
Just then, I hear a door close. Peering down a hallway in that direction, I catch her through the door’s window. She’s outside now—in the pool area.
Dread fills me as I rush down the hallway. Wren is just in my view, setting a towel on one of the chaise lounge chairs. She pulls her dress off, revealing a bikini underneath.
Despite this being a god-awful idea, I can’t help but drink in the way the moonlight illuminates her body. She couldn’t be more beautiful if she tried.
