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He was crying now. Silently. Uncontrollably. And I leaned forward to lick a tear from his cheek like it was holy.
“You may touch me,” I whispered. “You may move. You may fuck me.”
I kissed his trembling lips.
“But you arenotallowed to leave this chair.”
He groaned, a sob of relief and surrender, and his hands flew to my hips like they’d been waiting their whole life for that permission. He gripped me hard, possessive, reverent, and began to move, slow at first, then faster as the rhythm took him. His cock dragged against the slick, stretched heat of me with every thrust, and I clenched around him like a fist, already anticipating the swell of his knot.
“Thank you,” he gasped against my throat. “Thank you, thank you, thank you—”
I gripped his jaw and tilted his head back, forcing his gaze to lock with mine.
“You don’t thank me,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “You claim me.”
His mismatched eyes burned, glassy and full of something bigger than lust, bigger than devotion. It was love, yes, but it was also madness. Worship. The kind that made kings kneel and gods weep.
“I love you,” he choked. “You’re mine. I’m yours. Forever.”
And then he thrust up hard, his knot catching at my entrance, stretching me, locking him in place. His teeth sank into my throat hard enough to break skin.
I gasped, arching into him, my spine bowing as I felt the knot swell wide and full and perfect. My body trembled, pulsing around him, gripping and refusing to let go. The bond snapped tight between us, invisible and undeniable, and I felt him. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every ounce of him sinking into the marrow of my bones.
He cried into my shoulder as he came, his cock twitching inside me, knot locking us together as his warmth flooded me in deep, primal pulses. His hips rocked gently, still fucking me in soft, shallow thrusts as if he couldn’t stand to stop moving, couldn’t bear to break the connection.
“I feel you,” he whispered. “All of you. I can’t… I can’t breathe without it now.”
I held his face in my hands, brushing the tears from his cheeks.
“You’re not supposed to.”
The bond shimmered between us, raw and golden, wrapping tight around my soul. And in that moment, as his cock twitched inside me and his knot pulsed with the rhythm of our shared heartbeat I finally felt whole.
He pulled me into his sweat-slicked chest, holding me tight. “Hey Haze?”
“Mmm?”
“You’re my favorite.”
I laugh as the protests start up behind me. I love my life.
Chapter Seventeen
(Epilogues)
Odette
November 12th
9:21 A.M
The city never officially thanked us.
No ceremonies, newspaper headlines, or shiny medals were pinned to our chests. But we didn’t need accolades. The quiet victory, whispered through alleyways and murmured in grateful glances, was enough. Mostly because what we did was 90% illegal.
Mercury Holdings vanished overnight, leaving behind a ghostly silence in its wake. The brutal fights stopped, the twisted entertainment stripped bare. Politicians and businessmen disappeared from the spotlight—some humiliated in public, others erased quietly in the shadows. Justice didn’t always roar; sometimes it crept quietly, mercilessly thorough.
It was enough.
