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“I’m going to own this ass one day,” Gideon said, applying light pressure, just enough to slide painlessly up to the first knuckle inside my body. “And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?” he asked, holding still.

I opened my mouth to say yes but hesitated, considering the push and pull between us. The pain of feigned violence that promised pleasure. “No.”

The glint lighting his eyes sent a rush of flat-out lust straight through my body, and I hopped aboard the idea of him sliding his finger deeper inside me, readying me for something four times its girth.

“No?”

I shook my head, chin lifting.

“We’ll see about that, princess.”

The jackass winked, pulled his finger from my ass, and climbed off the bed, leaving me feeling…empty. Like I’d lost out. I frowned at his back as he sauntered from the bedroom, even though the hollowness in my chest I’d lived with for the previous five years had filled.

With him. His scent. His touch.

I sank into the mattress with a shuddering exhale, and my furrowed brow eased, my lips tipping upward.

At least he hadn’t locked me in.

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Gideon

“Why did you bring me here, Gideon?”

We sprawled on the bed after eating a couple cans of stew. Naked. Skin on skin—sated for a while—so talk time, it was.

“I planned to break you for your part in putting me away. I hated you because of what Lloyd told me. He played me, and when I got out of jail, he was there with all the intel I needed on you. He also offered me money to help him get you back.”

Addilyn’s fingertips that refused to stop touching me, stilled. “You were really going to take me for him?”

“Only to fuck with him. I would have you. Break you—then break him by denying him access to you.”

“You were going to kill me?”

I frowned up at the ceiling, recognizing and admitting the truth to myself—I never would’ve been able to spill enough blood for her to bleed out. “I’d thought about it, but making you suffer pleased me more.”

“What changed your mind?”

Shifting, I faced her, lifting her leg over my hip and opening her body to mine. “Your innocence in all this. Finding out you wanted me. That you lived with shame and depression for five years.”

Wetness coated her eyes as she held my gaze, that connection I’d always felt to her swirling around my heart and filling me with an overflow of emotion I didn’t know how to handle.

“You’ve done enough suffering, princess, and I wish to God you never had.”

Our lips came together, and I breathed her in, my blood simmering at the sweet taste of her. The grasp of her hands at my shoulder, my hair, telling me she felt the same as I slid my dick into her wet core.

Always so fucking wet…

Fuck.

Slow and steady, we fucked, our mouths fused, soaking in each other and touching and tasting until she pulled back, her gaze too clear—too fucking on point while stuffed full of my dick.

“What?” I asked, pressing in until her womb stopped me from thrusting deeper.

She lifted her leg higher over my hip to give me better access when a frown dented her brow. “Did you have a plan for him too?”

Lloyd.

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