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Five years in prison had been more than enough, and I couldn’t afford to land there again without finishing what I had planned.

Pulling back tight against the truck, I held still. Didn’t breathe.

And the clueless fuck waltzed right on past, not realizing fate had given him a generous second chance at life.

* * *

She had her cup of tea and crawled into bed.

Lights out.

An hour later, Ciarra also slept, and I stood, watching the princess from the hallway, tempted to take—but I hadn’t yet gotten Twinkie’s supplier to gather what I needed.

I could just knock her ass out and throw her into the back of my Subaru, but my plan involved a mindfuck I refused to give up.

Soon…

She appeared so peaceful burrowed beneath her blankets. So goddamn beautiful, a man could easily get caught up in her poisonous web. I wanted to trail my fingers over her pale skin. Press hard and leave purple bruises or teeth mark indents on her neck. Lick the tears off her sunken cheeks.

Dick throbbing, I eased into her room, my inhales shallow.

Addilyn didn’t stir.

Her lips were parted, heavy breaths indicating the chamomile tea she sipped every night afforded her sleep I rarely enjoyed.

Perhaps I need to start drinking that shit.

My balls ached, and I shifted my junk around—but my hand lingered along my shaft. Stroking. Squeezing in time with her soft exhales. That warm, wet mouth…fuck she’d been a sight, peering up at me while I’d fucked over her tongue. Gagging around my length. Tears sludging mascara down her cheeks.

Fuck.

Jaw clenched, I forced my vocal cords to keep quiet and eyed her hamper. The thought of her panties wrapped around my length, the memory of having done so once before, jerked my dick beneath my hand. Yet I couldn’t risk the satisfaction of dirtying a pair with my cum and leaving behind evidence.

I eased out of her room before my self-control snapped, and I snuck back up the hallway, walking damn near bow-legged because of my hard-on. The day before, I’d let myself in while the women had been in class, familiarizing myself with the house’s entire layout. They rarely visited the basement, so that was where I would sit in wait when the time came.

Two texts showed on my cell once I climbed into my Subaru and powered it back on. One from Lloyd—yet another complaint about having to wait for word that I’d accomplished my job.

The other from Twinkie’s contact.

He had the shit I needed.

Grinning, I eyed Addilyn’s dark bedroom window.

Tomorrow night, we play.

7

Addilyn

I woke from a dream that Gideon watched over me—protected me in my sleep from Lloyd. Warmth lingered between my thighs, but I ignored my body and climbed from the bed. I hadn’t touched myself in years, not since the night before I’d sucked Gideon off.

Climbing into the shower, I allowed myself a moment to reflect on the animalistic nature Gideon had shown when beating on Devon. The blood rage that must have rushed through his veins.

The way he’d ordered me to my knees and told me to suck his dick.

How arousal had owned me and I’d been powerless to do anything but what he’d commanded. He’d looked at me with those wild eyes full of lust and need, the energy between us crackling and whipping into a vortex I couldn’t withstand.

He’d gagged me with his cock—and I’d loved it. My panties had soaked through.

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