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Like the true psychopath I’m sure he is, my words don’t deter him. “Ahh Mr. Riviera. Sorry I didn't realize I was in the presence of Royalty.” He drawls sarcastically, “how is the delightful South Side of town these days?

I have no time for his bullshit games. “Listen here you sick fuck, you lost, you are gonna keep losing and you would do best if you crept back into the demonic hole you were birthed from and fucking rotted there. We are done playing your games.”

“But you know how much I love to play, especially when it comes to our girl.

The way he says our girl makes me want to fucking reach down the phone and gut him where he stands. A stark contrast to how I felt just a few minutes ago when his brother said it. “Keep fucking playing asshole, the last thing you are ever going to see is me slitting your fucking throat.”

He laughs wildly like he is genuinely enjoying himself. “We’ll see about that. Give my fiancée my regards. Bye for now.

The phone disconnecting is the last thing I hear and all I can think is, this is far from over.

Chapter 22

ELLE

Iwake up to the best sight I could ever wish for. Asher is facing me with his arms curled around Cassie, both of them flat out and snoring softly. They look peaceful, happy, safe. It takes everything in me not to burst into tears again. We got her back, she’s here, with her family, exactly like she should be. Safe and completely protected.

I try my hardest not to think about the nights she has spent away from us. Did she cry? Did she have nightmares? Did she wonder why we weren’t there? Fuck just thinking about it makes me want to rip her from Ash’s arms and pull her into my own and never let go again. What would have happened if the guys didn’t get her back? If I walked right into the den of lions that awaited me and gave myself over to them? I was fucking stupid, no, I was fucking desperate. I would have done anything.

I don’t know how long I lie here in the dark staring at them, could be minutes, could be hours. It doesn’t matter, I just want to be lost in the feeling of having them here, alive, and just with me. I think about how close we came to losing her, how bad, no, how fucking awful this whole thing could have been. Even a bond as strong as ours wouldn’t have been able to save us from the tragedy of losing her.

It’s not easy pulling myself away from them, but my bladder has other plans. I roll out of the bed as silently as possible and move to the en-suite off to the side of the room. Once I’m done, I come back into the room and note the time from the clock on the bedtime table: 4am. I thought with everything that has happened I'd be able to sleep a lot longer, but I guess my little drug induced nap hindered me. I stretch out my limbs which feel kinda stiff and I know it's probably the effects of whatever Ash pricked me with yesterday. I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep, I’m still too on edge and reeling from all that’s happened.

I take one last look at Cass and Ash and smile. I’ll just go grab some coffee and come back. I leave the room as silently as possible, but when I close the door behind me, I find Marcus sitting on the floor against the wall opposite with his head down. When the door clicks shut, he looks up at me.

“Hey,” I whisper, unsure of what else to say at this point. It’s not like I avoided him earlier, but I truly didn’t know what to say to him. It was like the day I came back to town and set eyes on him for the first time since I left. So much between us, yet I left it behind, just like I did three years ago. But he has to understand how much I am willing to risk to protect my daughter. She’s everything.

“Hey,” he offers me a soft smile and then stands up and gestures for me to follow him.

I know we really need to talk and there is no escaping it now, so I move down the hall to follow him. We reach what I presume is his room and he steps inside, and as soon as I’m in he shuts the door behind me.

His grip finds my throat faster than I can comprehend as he slams me into the door and pushes his body against mine kissing me with everything he's got. Totally not what I was expecting. This kiss is unlike any we’ve ever shared. It's rough, urgent, animalistic. Like he is living for every breath he can steal from me. Like I am his only lifeline and without me he will perish.

His mouth leaves mine as he trails kisses across my jaw and down my neck, nipping me slightly as he grunts, “You forgot.”

“Forgot what,” I say breathlessly as his teeth sink into the curve of my neck, causing a moan to rip from my lips.

He pulls back, tightening his grip slightly, “that you’re mine, that I’m yours, that we are in this fucking together.” He grits before kissing me again, forcing his tongue against my lips until I open my mouth and let it tangle with mine.

Everything is just teeth, tongue, and hands as he drags his grip over my body. I need to see him, feel him. I drag his top up and over his torso revealing the Kevlar vest he’s still wearing. While he rips off my own black top and discards it on the floor. I make quick work of dragging the zip down his vest and pushing it off his broad shoulders before he reaches round and rips my bra from my chest.

He palms my breasts roughly, squeezing until my nipples harden into tight points. Then he leans down and sucks one into his mouth, lapping at it with his hot tongue then pulling at it with his teeth. It’s so sensitive I feel I could come from this alone. His gaze locks with mine as he continues to suck them into his mouth before dropping to his knees in front of me. He drags my pants down and I lift each of my legs to help him get them off and my thong quickly follows.

His mouth reaches my pussy without pause, and I can’t contain my moans as my back arches. I push against his tongue as it finds its way to my center. He laps at me like a starving man devouring his last meal, sucking my clit into his mouth, and sliding a finger inside me, reaching that delicious spot.

“You were going to sacrifice yourself to him.” He grits, finger fucking me at a torturous pace.

“I had no choice,” I manage to gasp out as he curls his finger and brushes it against my g spot. My orgasm starts to climb, and I would give anything to reach it.

He grunts, “wrong answer, little King.” His finger begins to fuck me furiously and at the same time he bites down on my clit hard, not letting up until I am on the very edge of my orgasm and then he pulls back.

“Fuck!” I snap as my back slumps against the wall in anger and desperation and he smiles.

“You did something very bad, and you need to be punished for it, baby.” He doesn’t give me time to digest his words before he grips both of my thighs and throws them over his shoulder so he can feast on me again. His tongue circling my clit over and over and I can’t help but ride his face. He drags it down until he can fuck me with it, and I claw at his hair, pulling it tight, desperate to come. Marcus doesn't stop, just continues to dip his tongue in and out of my hole and when my moans turn to cries all River does is drag his mouth down to my other hole, licking at the tight bud of my ass. It sends me over the edge, and I come with a silent scream, my legs shaking, clamped tight around his face.

He pulls back while I try to catch my breath and wipes his face against my thigh before he bites his way back up my body. Licking, sucking, nibbling anywhere he can touch. He kisses me again and I taste myself on his tongue as it swirls with mine, then he pulls back, “time to show you who you belong to.”

He drags me from the door and pushes me down on top of the dresser next to it, knocking a lamp to the floor in the process. He drags my hips down until my ass hangs over the edge slightly before stepping between my thighs and dragging his cock up and down my wetness until it’s covered in me. I don’t even get a second to think before he slams into me and I cry out. Fuck, I barely catch my breath before he pulls out and does it again. Pounding into me as hard as he can, hitting my clit with every thrust and I can already feel the chase of another orgasm beginning.

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