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I can't help the flare of jealousy I feel at his offer. Why am I jealous? Because less than a minute ago he was swallowing my come or because I want to be the one to suck Donovan’s dick? What would it be like to have them both on their knees for me worshipping my cock?

"I'll pass, little Royton. Run along and find another willing dick," he tsks at him in response, before bringing his attention back to me.

Logan isn't deterred in the slightest, rising from his knees to reach up and whisper in my ear, loudly enough for Asher to hear, "I can't wait to take your cock in my ass," I’m surprised, as I imagined Logan to be a one and done type of guy. I didn't expect him to offer himself up again. Unsure of what to say, I just smile and give him a slight nod. You don’t turn down a mouth like his.

He nods in return and looks between Donovan and I again, "Okay, well, I'll leave you two to whatever kind of foreplay this is," he gestures with his hands, before walking backwards to leave.

He offers me a wink before he turns as he gets to Asher. He leans in and whispers something in his ear, I see a flicker of surprise on his face before he schools his expression again and Logan leaves us alone.

He stares at me so long I start to feel uncomfortable. It’s not something that is easily done so I can't help but snap at him, "What?" I reach up and run my hands through my hair which is no doubt a mess after my impromptu work out and the best blow job of my fucking life.

"Nothing," he finally breaks his silence and steps into the room with me. "I just thought Jace was the slutty one," his smile is deadly as his lips curl up around his accusation. I can't help but think about how good it would feel to shove my cock between them and punish his dark mouth.

"I'm slutty cause I got my dick sucked?" I try to confirm what he's saying because it seems ridiculous.

"You only just met Logan," he reminds me like I'm not aware.

"And?" I push him trying to work out his point. "What's the matter, dark prince. Haven't you ever wanted someone enough to put them on their knees as soon as you meet them?"

He smirks, “The only time I put someone on their knees is when I'm about to plant a bullet in their skull,” he replies coolly.

I give him a savage grin, “Well, maybe you should try it my way, I can assure you it's just as fun.”

Chapter 37

MARCUS

The ride back to the house was quiet, all of us lost in our own thoughts, including Elle. She looked completely vacant and nothing like my Ells. I didn't give anyone the chance to speak with her, knowing what she needed, I grabbed her and hauled her away. I took her to the bathroom and turned on the shower until steam filled the room. I stripped us silently and pushed her under the spray. I washed her body, memorizing every part of her. Her tattoos, her scars, even her stretch marks, everything that makes her who she is today. Someone who is strong, willing, and determined to take back her life and most importantly just a girl who wants to live her life as a mom.

Once dry, I put her in some of my clothes, something I will never get tired of seeing. Elle draped in my hoodies and sweats is the hottest fucking thing ever. Then I dragged her until we reached Cassie's room and gently pushed inside. I watched as the stress melted away from her, like a weight was being lifted from her shoulders. The light in her eyes finally returned and all for that little girl.

Cassie is something I never expected, yet now I can't imagine what Elle would be like without her. I watch them together and they’re so alike it's ridiculous. It's like reliving my past and seeing Elle as a little girl again. She is so caring and attentive, the exact opposite to what I know she had growing up. She would never make her daughter feel inferior or push her to do shit that didn't make her happy.

People think because Elle grew up with wealth that it made her lucky, it didn't. She grew up in a cold household where she was nurtured more by a credit card and a bunch of servants than her own parents. The fact that she not only survived that, but is now making sure her own child experiences the exact opposite is everything.

I think about what our future might look like, about if we will have kids of our own and make Cass into a big sister. How she would take all the love and comfort that she gets from Elle and give it to her younger siblings. Other people would find those kinds of thoughts strange and premature, but how can that be when this is something that has been in the making since we were five years old. How many people can say they met their soulmate in Kindergarten?

I’ve been watching her sleep for hours, memorizing every inch of her. Just in case she wakes up and comes to her senses, realizing she can do far fucking better than me. The curtains are parted just enough that a slither of moonlight shines into the room lighting her up. She turns until she is lying on her side and snuggles into her pillow in the exact same way she used to when we were kids. Her breathing even and low, a sure sign she’s sleeping peacefully. I curl around her on my side so her back is nestled perfectly into my chest. The curve of her ass resting neatly against my groin. Molded together as one. My arms are tight around her waist pulling her against me. It's like I think if I hold her tightly enough, I can shield her from the evils of this town. Not that she needs me to, if anyone can protect themselves it's her, I just wish she didn't have to.

I watched her kill somebody today, I watched her take his life right in front of me. That should probably make me feel different to how I actually am feeling. Scared maybe, yet all I feel is love, acceptance, just pure fucking obsession. I’m amazed by her. She took an awful situation and let it make her. Burned the old Elle King and rose from her own ashes to become who she is today. Filled with strength, love, and determination. Willing to go to war to protect her family.

I pull her in even closer if that’s even possible and wonder again how the fuck we got here. We were just a couple of kids thrust together by chance, friends by choice, separated by evil, and brought back to one another for vengeance. We aren't the Elle and Marcus who used to lie under the stars and wish for miracles anymore. No, now we fight and fuck and hope our enemies don't get the better of us.

I can't sleep. So many thoughts and emotions pulse through me as I try and sort through everything that has happened. The only thing soothing me is my arms wrapped securely round Elle. Knowing that she’s here, that she’s mine, that she’s safe. We lost our way, the love and friendship I had with her was lost in grief and hate. Yet here she is in my arms. My girl, my fucking girl. How the fuck I managed to convince her that I am worthy enough to stand by her side is beyond me, but here I am.

I don't know how we went from best friends to strangers to whatever this is. Calling her my girlfriend just sounds so insignificant, like it's not enough of a word to describe what she means to me. I don't know if such a word exists. She’s a lifeline I didn't know I was missing until she came back and now, I don't think I will ever be able to function without her.

It’s funny because she is still the Elle I remember from when we were young, but so different at the same time. I remember when we met, and I had to push a kid in the sand box for being mean to her. When we were eight, her pet rabbit died, she cried into my shoulder when we buried him in the garden. I think about the time she broke her arm when we were eleven after I dared her to climb a tree, I held her non injured hand all the way to the hospital and wouldn’t let go even when they were putting her cast on. She curled up in my bed the night she got her first period as I rubbed circles on the bottom of her back. Always together, always there for her, except now she doesn’t need me. She isn’t the little girl who needs me to protect her anymore, she is a wild creature who took the darkness that happened to her and turned it into others' destruction.

She stirs in my arms until her cheek rests on my chest and her hand flattens against my heart, if she were awake, she would feel my rapid heartbeat. I look at her hand, the same hands I watched her kill a man with today and not just any man, but the fucking Captain of Police. Except he wasn't spending his life to protect and serve like he should have been, no instead he was a fucking child rapist.

I watched her walk into that cabin and turn into a different person entirely. She tortured him, made him bleed, and all I could do was stand and watch in fucking awe. The way her lips curled in distaste at every word he spoke, the way she rolled her eyes at every scream, the way the blood dripped through her fingers, and she didn't even care. It was fucking stunning.

I wanted to help her, show her that I am in this with her all the way, but I know she needs to do this herself. To take back what they took from her and so many others. It didn't stop me from wanting to bend her over the fucking table of weapons and fuck her until the only screams in the room were ours. Blood or no blood, I wouldn't fucking care.

I just want to take her in my arms and tell her that I know she doesn’t need me, but I need her, want her, fucking crave her. Not that she would have given me a chance, she wouldn't even look at me, like she couldn't bear too. I fucking hated it. I wanted that rage filled gaze locked on mine so she could have seen the way my eyes filled with pride. The way she handled herself, the way she handled that fucking piece of shit, fuck, it was magnificent. I shift slightly, trying to ease my growing erection, thinking about her like that shouldn't make me hard, but fuck it does.

She stirs in her sleep and the wiggle of her body against mine causes my half hard dick to awaken fully. Not that it's ever really asleep with her around, her body is like an accelerant to the lust in my veins. Always present and waiting to be ignited. If a kiss from Elle was the lighting of a candle, then fucking her is like the eruption of every fucking volcano on the planet. Fiery, explosive and completely unstoppable.

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