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I reach up and curl my arms around his neck and hold on tight as he continues to fuck me with deep, long strokes. My nails digging into his back as I bite back my moans. He must feel me start to clench as my orgasm builds.

“Yesssss, that’s it, baby,” he hisses. “Fucking give it to me, Ells. I want you fucking dripping on my cock, I’m not stopping until you’ve fucking drenched me, baby.” He grits his words out through clenched teeth as he slams into me over and over, hitting that perfect spot until I can’t hold back. I come hard, throwing my head back, as his hand smothers my mouth in a tight grip, muffling my screams of pleasure.

I’m panting hard as I come down from another mind-blowing orgasm, but he doesn’t relent. Instead, he pulls out of me and drags me down, flipping me, before bending me over and pushing my face against the dresser. “Lift those hips for me, baby,” he purrs, grabbing me and lifting them towards him before I can even move.

He drags his cock between my folds and up across my ass, coating me in my own juices. “You’re fucking mine, Ells.” He grunts desperately, his hand joining his cock as he strokes himself. His fingers sliding through my dripping pussy before he sinks his dick back inside me. He starts to fuck me slowly from behind as one of his wet fingers presses against my other hole. Fuck the intrusion shouldn’t feel so tempting, but it does, and when I gasp in pleasure, I feel him swell inside of me. He wants this. I want this.

I start to push back against him, meeting his thrusts, as Marcus slowly slides a finger inside my ass, I instinctively clench around it. Holy fuck, it burns yet feels fucking deliciously sinful at the same time. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he fucks both my holes, feeling him hot and hard inside of me. I can barely catch my breath and my vision blurs to the point where I can barely see, as I come close to yet another orgasm.

“Baby, you’re so tight back here. I can feel my own cock sliding inside of you.” His words are raw and dirty, they push me close to the edge as I clench again. He groans, “Ells, keep doing that for me,” I do it again and he moans louder. “Fuck Ells, you like me fucking both your holes?”

“Yes, God yes” I pant out and he picks up the pace. “Fuck Marcus, don’t stop, I’m so close. More, please.” I beg fumbling over the words in my pleasure induced haze. He doesn’t make me ask again, and as he slowly adds another finger into my ass, I almost pass out in a mix of pleasure and pain. It hurts, yet I want it, want the pain, want the pleasure, want it all and I want it from him. Want to feel everything he’s got to give me.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He asks, but I can’t form any more words, I just moan, but that isn’t good enough for him. He begins to thrust his fingers harder into my ass as he fucks me even harder, “who’s are you, Ells?”

He thrusts his fingers one last time before dragging them out and I come hard with a loud cry, “yours!” I shout as he moans loudly, and I can tell he almost came himself. He grabs both my arms and pulls them behind my back, holding them in place with one of his hands, as he pulls my torso towards his chest. His other hand comes around to grip my throat as he delivers fucking punishing hard thrusts into me as he chases his own release.

“Don’t. Ever. Fucking. Leave. Me. Again.” He speaks each word with a brutal thrust before he spills inside of me.

Another weight lifts off my chest as we both fall forward onto the dresser, panting and breathless and perfectly satisfied. I honestly didn’t know if I would ever get to have this again. Not just the sex, but feeling him, holding him and just being with him. It’s all I want, time with him, time with Cassie, time with my family. Yet I can’t help thinking that, as long as Elliot and Greg are still out there, we are living on borrowed time.

How do you live when so many still need to die?

Chapter 23

ELLE

When I wake up again, I am back in bed spooning Cassie. Marcus is curled around me, and Asher is sitting on the other side of Cass, with his laptop open, tapping away. I feel even more settled than I did when I woke up earlier. Three of the most important people in my life are all within touching distance and I feel happier than I thought I could, especially given everything that’s gone on. I sigh in contentment and Ash's eyes immediately find mine.

“Hey,” he whispers with the same sad tortured expression I have become accustomed to back on his face. It doesn’t matter that Cassie is here with us and safe. He will wear that expression until he chases his father and brother into the pits of hell.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” I ask and I’m greeted with a slight teasing smile.

“Not as good as you, apparently.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I can’t help but laugh at him as I hide my blush. It’s a gesture I’ve never seen on his usually serious face, but it’s certainly a welcome one.

“Ash.” I squeak back and he laughs at my awkwardness.

“What? Maybe keep it down next time, Hells Bells, some of us were actually trying to sleep.” He teases and I can feel the burn of my embarrassment all over my face.

Marcus groans from behind me, “maybe keep it down now because some of us are still trying to sleep.”

“Sorry, Riviera,” He snorts in response, “I didn’t realize how much beauty sleep the King of the South Side needed.”

“Eurghhh, I remember why I hated you when we were kids now.” Marcus grunts in response. My embarrassment quickly turns to shock as I listen to their light, back and forth banter. When the fuck did they stop wanting to completely kill each other?

I don’t get a chance to ask before Marcus sits up slightly and snuggles into my neck, planting a kiss there. “Morning, baby.”

“River?” Cassie asks as she stirs awake.

“Yeah, it’s me, little one.” He replies without pause and she smiles wide rubbing her tired eyes.

I’m still so wary, just waiting for her to cry or break down and tell me something awful happened, but she seems completely fine. Like she just went and had a little vacation. The most dangerous and anxiety-inducing vacation ever.

“Did we have a sleepover?” She asks and Asher snorts again. I give him the death glare as Marcus laughs behind me.

“Yeah, princess, we all had a sleepover because we missed you so much.” I say brushing her hair from her forehead and leaning down to give her a kiss.

“So fun!” She exclaims excitedly as she sits up, “can we do it again when Santa comes?” She pleads and I falter.

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