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“Yeah,” I whispered.“Just for show, remember?”

He nodded, but the way his eyes dragged down my body again said otherwise.

Later that night, I ended up in his bed, again.

Because of course I did.

We didn’t talk about it.Didn’t need to.He opened his door, and I walked in like he was mine.

He stripped me slow, like he had all the time in the world, eyes full of fire and filthy promises.My dress hit the floor.His hands replaced it, running over every inch of me like he was mapping me out.

I told myself it didn’t mean anything when he whispered my name against my skin.Told myself I was still in control when I moaned for him, loud and wrecked.

He didn’t ask for more.

He just took what I gave.And gave it back harder.

We broke his headboard.Woke the neighbors.I left scratches down his spine and bite marks on his collarbone.He made me come so hard I forgot my own name.

And afterward, when I curled into his side and he didn’t pull away, I reminded myself.

This was pretend.

Just pretend.And just sex.

Even if it didn’t feel like it anymore.

Chapter 5

Villain

Ember was still in my bed when the knock came.

Sheets twisted around her thighs, one bare shoulder peeking out, soft breathing that should’ve calmed me, but didn’t.She looked too fucking perfect lying there like she belonged.

She didn’t.

Neither did I.

I perched on the edge of the mattress, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, my Glock still tucked under the mattress.I hadn’t slept much.Couldn’t.Not with guilt pressing down like a damn vice.Ember had passed out right after round two, curled against me like I was more than a distraction.

Like I was hers.

Another knock.This one louder.Harder.

Shit.

I yanked on my jeans and opened the door.

Thorn stood there, massive arms crossed.“Church.Now.”

I glanced over my shoulder at Ember.

He followed my gaze.“She staying?”

“She’s asleep.”

Thorn raised a brow.“That ain’t what I asked, brother.”

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