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Standing on the mattress, he wrapped his hands beneath my ass and lifted me high, nearly bending me in half. “Take a deep breath, princess,” he warned, his tone gravelly, sexy as hell.

Squatting, he shoved his dick down into my pussy with one grunted thrust before my lungs filled.

“Oh fuck!” I pressed my neck back, teeth clenched against the burn, his length almost too much to bear.

“Fuck.” The cords in his neck stood out, and a dozen more curses spilled from his lips. “So goddamn tight. Jesus.”

I damn near choked over how he held me bent. “So deep—this—way,” I gasped out as he drilled into me, his thighs bunching, muscles straining.

The black of his pupils ate up the blue, like a devil focused on claiming my soul. “Take it. All of it.”

“Yes—yes, Gideon—give it to me.”

With our gazes locked, he fucked me hard and fast, animalistic grunts ripping from his lips that took my arousal to a higher level. Wetness smeared between us, the sounds of our fucking filthy as fuck.

“Needed you.” Gideon lowered my body to the mattress, keeping us connected, his hips thrusting without pause. He covered me with damp skin and hard muscle, his mouth finding my neck.

I grabbed hold of his back, fingernails digging in along his spine, the energy between us lighting up my skin like a live wire.

His teeth bruised, but I loved the pulse beneath his mouth and the way it pumped pure euphoria through my body. I lusted for more. The pain. The pleasure. I wanted his marks on my skin, to be claimed with sweat. Blood. Claimed with his cum.

“My sweet release,” he murmured against my neck as he rotated his hips, his pelvis rubbing my clit.

“G-gonna come.”

“Yeah…soak my dick, princess.” He planked while fucking into me, watching my face. “Come all over me.”

I did—a gush of cum while I shrieked his name.

“Jesus…fuck…” He clenched his jaw, lips thinning and nostrils flaring to suck in oxygen.

My thoughts scattered as Gideon pounded into me, drawing out my climax. He took me to a place where darkness, sickness didn’t exist—a place more addictive than any drug.

I dug my fingernails into his back deep enough to draw blood, but I couldn’t bring him closer. Deeper. So damn burrowed inside me he wouldn’t know our souls apart.

Vicious thrusts accompanied his grunts. Grinding as though he hoped to gain another inch inside my throbbing core.

“Yes.” He groaned, and his release against my womb sent another climax rushing through me.

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“Why did you leave me?” I asked quietly.

His eyes remained open, vulnerable. “I had shit to take care of I didn’t want you having any part in. Just like I stated in my note.”

“Did it have anything to do with what happened to Devon and Jenny?”

He stilled from rubbing my back in slow circles. “How did you see the news?”

“I didn’t. I called Ciarra this afternoon when I couldn’t handle waiting to hear from you any longer.”

His thumb took back up its circling motion. “What’d she tell you?”

“That Devon killed Jenny. Choked her out.”

Gideon slid his hand up to my neck, a single fingertip tracing what was probably bruising on my skin.

“You did it, didn’t you?” I whispered.

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