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He carried his wallet and cell phone in his pockets, the latter of which I dismantled and crushed beneath my heel.

His dead weight made for an awkward haul in getting him upright, but within ten minutes, I had the fucker bound with his arms behind his back and his ankles tight to the chair’s front legs—which I’d bolted to the plank floor.

No chance in hell he’d be able to wobble over, crash, and break the chair beneath him.

My fucking father’s fate had been sealed.

While I’d have loved to sit and wait for him to wake and come to the realization I was the backstabber, the need to make sure Addilyn hadn’t left me in a fit of rage decided my steps.

Anxiety, the possibility of warm, wet flesh, grasping hands, and the only place I wanted to find release from the bloodlust inside me brought me back outside.

I locked the woodshed behind me.

Pulse still thrumming, my dick hard as fuck, I let myself into the cabin.

From the doorway, I could make out the lump on the bed beyond the kitchen area.

An unsteady exhale emptied my lungs, and I kicked off my boots rather than stomping her way and waking her. In socked feet, I crept across the cabin and into the bedroom.

My Addilyn lay curled on the bed, lips parted in sleep. The oil lamp was turned low on the bedstand I’d put back into the room after her captivity had ended.

Sleeping peacefully, she had no fucking clue the state of my mind or my leaking dick.

But that was all about to change.

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Addilyn

Gideon’s energy radiated over my body, rousing me awake—and his grasp on my thighs as he yanked me close had me opening my eyes. One vicious rip snatched my panties clear off my body, my thighs stinging from the abrasion of cotton.

“Gide—” His name tore from my lips with a gasp as he shoved his face between my thighs, tongue going straight into my pussy. “Oh…oh God…”

Fingers tugging at his head, I held him close while he ate me out, his groans and grunts bringing on a rush of arousal he lapped up like a starving man.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. A whimpered exhale from my lips seemed to feed his hunger.

“Ten times better than your panties,” he growled and dove back in.

I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, smiling over memories of finding him jerking off with my panties.

“Fuck, princess.” He backed away and smacked my clit, sending a jolt clear through to my spine.

Shrieking, I tried to scoot away, but he held me firm on one thigh, his fingertips bruising. He leaned in, sucking on my clit hard enough I winced. Teeth scraping. Tongue soothing.

“Gideon,” I moaned, hungering for more.

He shoved two fingers into my core, curled them, and rubbed at my g-spot. Hard.

“Oh shit!” I shrieked as he enticed my body to squirt all over his hand.

“Fuck, yeah…so fucking sexy. Need this pussy. So damn bad.”

“Take it,” I gasped, lifting my hips to force his fingers deeper, desperate for the intimacy between us.

“Fuck.” He hopped from the bed, ripped off his clothes, and climbed back toward me, his eyes dark, feral in the soft lamplight on the bedstand.

My heart raced, and my lips parted as I held his stare.

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