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Slow.
Steady.
Precise.
“Please, don’t do this, Julius. I need you.”
“I need you too.”
She didn’t waver, murmuring, “Then take me.”
Giving in to temptation that was Isla, I claimed her lips, kissing her until nothing else mattered but her.
Us.
Our mouths starved for affection, searching for each other to ease the ache.
The destruction, filling the void with touch.
Taste.
Home.
“Julius,” she panted into my mouth. “Just be with me.”
“I am with you.”
“No… be with me.”
I stopped kissing her, sitting up to look deep into her eyes instead.
With a smile, she shared, “You can be my birthday present. Although I did love this one.”
She showed me the charm bracelet I got her for her birthday. She must have opened my gift.
That wasn’t what I was concentrating on…
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It was the black cat charm dangling off it that held me captive.
Chapter
Forty-Six
Julius
I didn’t buy her that, and I had no intention of my brother adding to my bracelet.
My mind flew back to that morning when he asked me what I was getting her for her birthday. I didn’t think anything of it, but the little shit sabotaged it, fully aware I wouldn’t say something to her about it without looking like a psycho.
I was possessive not only of her but, apparently, of my bracelet too. I thought we could add to it with our memories and her future birthdays. He knew what he was doing by being her first charm.
Asshole.
“Isla, this isn’t why?—”
She kissed me, muttering, “I know.”
