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But I couldn’t dwell on the past, I could only live in the now. In this moment.

In our forever.

All I could do is give myself to the man I had always belonged to.

I swiveled and rocked, bounced, and played until I laid back again and floated on the surface of the water. His rough hands held my hips bruisingly as he pumped into me with wild abandon growling how beautiful and intoxicating I was.

To say that this experience was otherworldly with the way the water felt beneath me, smooth and cool as it mixed with an inferno of our raging wildfire of desire. I glided through the ecstasy like I was on another planet, that would be impossible to fully explore.

“You’re everything I ever dreamed you would be, love. This cunt, it was made for me. This heart? That was made for me too.” With his hold on my neck, he helped me upright again as I held onto him, moving in tandem with him as the rough and wild thrusts settled to a slow and passionate collision that had me heaving for every breath. “I fucking love you, Lara. Now be a good girl and come all over my cock for me, baby.”

And I did.

I shattered so fucking hard, the stars took me as close to heaven as I’d ever get. I felt his release, it consumed me as it sprayed fire against my walls. I clenched, sucking him dry, as I drained every last drop. I lived in the moment, refusing to want to let reality dawn once again. This moment was one created from dreams and fantasy alike.

My desire just became a real rush of addiction.

“I only want you,” I whispered a little brokenly.

“You have me and together, I promise we’ll be happy. After we kill the threats that linger my love, there will be nothing to ever stop me giving you the entire fucking world, I promise. I’ll give you everything.”

“You just did, Reggie. You just did.”

Chapter Sixteen

Reggie

Cruel World - Phantogram

Ihanded Lara my shirt as she lazily pulled it over her head and allowed it to fall to her thighs before she once again put on her wet leather jacket. We were still soaked, standing on the edge of the pool as we righted ourselves and got ready for the next steps of this shitshow. It hadn’t even occurred to me that cunt I threw through the window was still alive.

Turned out that when I tossed his giant ass through the glass, a large shard of it lodged itself against his spinal cord paralyzing him where he laid. I kicked him in the hip with my foot, watching him jiggle a little with a smirk on my lips and when he didn’t cry out from the pain I knew this fucker was more than fucked.

“Think he’ll talk? Providing he doesn't choke on his own damn blood first?” Lara asked as his head lifted slightly from the ground as he did exactly that.

Choke. Splutter and sprayed like a crimson sprinkler of beautiful blood.

I shrug, lip downturned as I stared down at him. “Depends. Clearly he can’t feel his legs. But that don’t mean he can’t feel his face.” I squatted, knife to his jaw as I began to drag a neat precise line along the bone under his chin, like a surgeon with the sharpened steel. He screamed, the sound raw and rough and it chafed against my nerves. He sounded like a wounded grizzly. Looked like one too. “See?” I grinned up at her with my lopsided smirk before I turned back to him. “Who hired you?”

“Dominic Wyelli,” he gasped and those words knocked me from my ego.

“Well that was easier than I thought,” Lara commented as she glowered down at him with narrowed eyes. “My father hired you to kidnap me?”

“H-he said that it was a test. A-a test of love,” he gurgled as the blood grew increasingly within his mouth.

“I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him,” I growled as I drove the knife right through his eye and straight into his brain. Lara raised her brows at me. “I don’t care if he was one of our men, nobody fucking touches you and lives.”

“Aww, baby. I love it when you go all caveman.” She licked her lips and my chest rumbled. Fuck me, she was everything I thought she would be.

Perfection. Crazy.Mine.

So fucking mine, I was ready to fuck up a few faces to prove it.

Even my best friend’s. Her fucking father.

My chest burned where she had carved her kiss over my heart and I traced it with my fingers.

My crazy fucking psycho.

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