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“Can… can I come?” I gasped.

Why the fuck I’d even asked was a question I didn’t want to look too closely at. Gil pinched my side as if to say “yes” since his mouth was busy between my legs. It didn’t take much longer after that. I cried his name as the pleasure washed over my body, making me want to melt on the bed.

When it was over, I let go of him and collapsed backwards, pressing my arm over my eyes as my chest heaved. Gil kissed his way down my thigh and pulled his fingers from me. I peered down at him from under my arm and caught him sticking them in his mouth.

Of all that is holy…

He sat back on his heels and looked at me as if he was assessing whether I was okay or not. His mouth parted, but before he could get a word out, his phone went off. Gil frowned and dug his hand in his pocket, drawing it out and staring down at it. He let out a mild curse before he pushed up to his feet.

“I’m really sorry, Theia, but I have to go.”

I dropped my arm from my eyes and sat up abruptly.

“What?”

This man had given me delirious pleasure with his mouth and now he was leaving again without explaining a single thing. I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, be pissed off or a combination of all three.

He reached out and ran his thumb over my jaw.

“If I could stay and talk, I would, but it’s mafia business and I have to deal with it.”

I didn’t get a chance to respond because he turned and walked out of my room. It took a second for me to register he was leaving before I got up and ran after him, not caring I was naked.

“Gil!”

He’d reached my front door and was in the process of opening it. He turned his head and glanced at me, his face devoid of emotion.

“You can’t just leave after… after that.”

He gave me a shake of the head.

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t stop him as he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

What the actual fuck?

Turning, I trudged back into my bedroom, picked up my clothes and pulled them on before slumping down on my bed. My hands went to my face, rubbing across it with my frustration. Why had I let him go down on me instead of insisting we talked? I’d been too busy allowing myself to feel rather than think clearly about this whole thing. Gil had a way of making my rational side fly right out the fucking window.

Another knock came on my front door. I jumped up and practically ran to the door, expecting he’d come back as he realised it was fucked up of him to leave. Wrenching it open, I opened my mouth and started to say something when I stopped dead in my tracks.

That’s not Gil.

My world flipped upside down on its head. The man standing outside was the opposite of Gil. It was one of my captors. He had an ugly sneer on his face.

“Hello, Theia.”

I slammed the door shut so fast he didn’t have time to stop me. My hands fumbled with the locks, making sure they were secure as I put the chain on. His fist hammered on the door a moment later.

“I know you’re fucking there, Theia. You can’t keep me out.”

I slid down the door, pressing myself back against it as fear raked up and down my spine.

I should have known they’d come for me. I should have fucking known!

I had to leave. I had to fucking well leave. Run as far away as I could. There was no other option here. I wasn’t safe. I wasn’t fucking safe.

Panic lanced through me. My heart beat was echoing in my ears, making it hard to think straight.

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