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Tears flowed freely down my face and I moaned and writhed in a sick and twisted form of pained pleasure.
"Trig –"
"They took her from me, and you tookyoufrom me," he hurried to say, chest rising and falling quickly as his thrusts increased. "You were the only good thing in my life." He pumped me harder. "You were my whole life. I lived for you." He rolled his hips and pulled my hips down hard, impaling my pussy with his cock. "I truthfully, hopelessly, honestly lived for you." His chest was heaving as his pain and truth burst to the surface. "I didn’t just lose them that night,mi reina," he choked out as his orgasm swept through him. Jolting beneath me, Trig released inside of me and I could feel his hot seed filling my pussy. "I lost you, too."
Guilt and regret sliced through me.
"You broke me, too, Trig," I reminded him in a small voice, curling my arms around his neck as I shook violently. "You've done terribly things to me – said awful things. But here I am." With my eyes, I willed him to moved past it and meet me on the other side of our pain. "Just come back to me."
"What if I can't?" His voice was low, his tone thick with emotion, as he nuzzled my nose with his, still hard inside of me. "What if this is another trick?"
"I never tricked you, Trig," I choked out, voice cracking. "I made amistake."
"I know," he groaned and buried his face in my neck, peppering my flesh with kisses. "And Iwantto forgive you."
"Then forgive me," I urged. "Just do it."
There was a long stretch of silence before he spoke again.
"I can care for you," he finally said, offering his version of a compromise. "I can do that."
"Like before?"
He hesitated and that was all I needed to know.
"Forget it." I felt like a bucket of freezing water had been doused over me. "You were right, Trig." Climbing off his lap, I moved for the door. "We're completely fucked."
"Corderito–"
"You said before that I couldn’t kill you because you were already dead. Well, if you take my baby from me, I will be dead, too, Trigger," I said numbly when I reached the door. "I willdie. You will be killing a part of me that you can never bring back." Trembling, I stared at the man I'd given my black heart to and begged him with my eyes toseeme. "I'm on the edge and you keep pushing me closer."
"You will live," was all he replied.
And I was sure he was right.
But what if I didn’t want to?
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"Where is he, baby whore?" Yegor demanded, cornering me when I came out of the ensuite bathroom. "I know your prince of darkness is up to something, and you –" he took a step closer, crowding my small body with his much larger frame, "are going to tell me everything."
The moment my eyes landed on the Crellid brothers and their heavies looming nearby, the penny dropped.
I had been betrayed.
"You set me up," I accused, unable to mask the hurt in my voice. "You told me that you wanted to talk about…" I let my words trail off because, unlike the youngest Crellid son, I was no turncoat. I would take his secrets to the grave. "You asked me to come to your room so they could corner me alone, didn’t you?"
Anxiety skyrocketed inside of my body and I glowered at Jethro, who was sitting on his bed, looking every inch the guilty party.
As so he should.
Jet knew that Trigger wasn’t at the estate tonight and he also knew why.
I was alone and unprotected.
"You're a piece of shit, Jethro Crellid," I spat, trembling with temper. Turning my attention back to his older brother, I added, "I'm not telling you shit, Yegor, so go right ahead and do your worst."
"Do my worst?" Yegor laughed darkly. "Oh, baby whore, you have no idea how painful I can make this for you."
