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A pang of sadness touched my chest at the idea. Once upon a time, Gabriel and I had formed a partnership, a friendship. But power and money had clouded his initial vision and put him into a grave he hadn’t ever expected.

The thought made me shudder, and not for the first time. If Gabriel could die, weren’t all immortals ultimately susceptible to death? We were. Each immortal was susceptible to death in a unique way.

I shrugged it off when Bianca placed her sweet rosebud lips against mine again.

“Where did you go?” she murmured, cocking her head to peer at me with those wide, sensuous eyes.

“Up to the bedroom with you,” I replied, lifting her off her feet.

She giggled as I patted her rear, throwing her half over my shoulder. But as we got to the stairs, Dahlia descended.

“Are you two going to fuck again?” she asked, sounding vaguely annoyed. “I’ve seen rabbits do it less often.”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, little sister?” Bianca asked sweetly as I dropped her back to her feet.

I smiled charmingly at Dahlia. “Don’t tell me that the walls aren’t thick enough in here,” I teased. “I’ll see about soundproofing your room.”

Dahlia offered me a taut smile of her own as she continued down the steps, but she didn’t respond as she disappeared around the corner.

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked, mildly troubled by her expression.

It was hard not to notice when Dahlia’s features were identical to Bianca’s, their tells almost the same.

“I’ll find out later,” Bianca whispered. “I’ve got other things on my mind right now.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Your cock. I can’t get enough of it,” she tittered, rushing the rest of the way up the steps.

And I was right on her heels all the way to the top.

Epilogue

BIANCA

One Year Later

Hotness poked between the crevice of my butt cheeks, and I smiled at the wall as my eyes fluttered open. Atlas’ hand slid up the curve of my naked hip to cup my breast, his mouth already on the small of my neck.

“Aren’t you going to at least wait and see if I’m awake?” I teased.

“I know you’re awake and ready,” he replied, thrusting into me.

I yelped, but I was slick for him, as always. His hand crushed over my nipple, lips bruising my skin as he plunged into me from the side, filling me up to my G-spot as his fingers found the cleft of my opening. I raised a leg to give him more movement, but his strong thigh held me in place.

“I like it like this,” he growled, pounding me harder.

My legs crushed together, my ass bucking up against him. At this angle, he felt like he was going to poke right through me, but I didn’t care. I could never get enough of him, not even after a year of this, two, three, four times a day.

“Harder,” I breathed, sure he was going to split me in half, but I didn’t need to tell him. He knew how l liked it and how to give it to me.

“I’ll show you harder,” he promised, pinching the rigid skin of my razor-sharp nipple.

A million lightning bolts fired down my spine, his palms splaying over the curve of my hip, yanking me back against his sack.

I could feel every ripple of his perfect form, and I welcomed my first orgasm of the morning, heat exploding over his rock-hard cock.

“That’s my girl,” he rasped, raining kisses along my neck.

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