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I tried, but I don’t think it worked. I can still see the pain written all over her, even though it is dark right now. I can’t kill something I can’t see or touch.

She starts to grind against my cock, making me moan into her mouth as I move my hands up her back into her hair. Her tongue dances with mine as I close my eyes and let her touch replace the nightmare that is still coursing through my veins and mind.

Bella breaks the kiss to look over my face. She drops her hands from my face and places them on my shoulders as she continues to grind her naked pussy against my throbbing cock. My eyes roll back as she continues to do her magic.

“I love you, Harley,” she whispers as she stops moving. I open my eyes and stare into hers, seeing pain and concern staring back at me.

I dig my nails into her back, causing her to hiss as I lean forward. “I love you, too,” I whisper against her lips.

I take her bottom lip into my mouth and suck, and she slowly starts to move against me again. I fucking hate that I have any sort of clothing on right now. Although it makes this situation so much more intense, knowing my sweats are the only barrier between her pussy and my cock.

I devour her mouth, needing to taste her, to know that she needs me as much as I need her in this fucking moment. I am a selfish fucker, and I need her to replace what is going through my head right now. I need her to remind me that I survived and that she is fucking real.

32

Bella

“RX (Medicate)” by Theory of a Deadman

I walk outside. It is cold tonight, but the sky is clear, and the rain clouds have finally moved on. Last night, I saw a different side of Harley, a scared side, the side of him from his past that I can see he is trying to run away from but can’t.

I know that feeling, but I need him to know that I am not going anywhere, that I am right here, and that his past doesn’t scare me.

They allowed me to mark both of them, and it was their way of giving themselves to me. Now, I know I need to continue to prove to them that nothing from their past will make me walk away.

I couldn’t walk away, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. A sane person would say our situation is not normal. Nothing about any of this is normal, but I am not normal, and neither are they.

When I got to the pool, I found Harley pacing back and forth while he talked on the phone. I have gathered that they still can’t find Bruce, and he hasn’t tried anything else. He is laying low, putting Harley and Dante on edge more. I think I would rather have him be in plain sight telling me to my face what he wants from me than have him hiding in the shadows.

It increases my paranoia every time I go anywhere inside the house. With me being outside in the open, he could be watching right now, and if he is, I want him to see that I don’t belong to him. I belong to two men that most fear, two men who have made me feel more alive than ever.

Gus has been making his moves inside the house, but he is gone tonight. So I know he won’t be able to touch me or force me to my knees again. Tonight, I am going to push Harley. We have been dancing around each other long enough, and it is starting to bother me.

Dante and Harley have pushed me to my limits in some situations and helped me see that I am stronger than I thought I was. But now I am going to use that new sense of confidence and see how far I can push Harley. I want him in every fucking way, and he has been holding back on claiming me sexually. Well, tonight, I will make it to where he has to fucking give in to me.

I need him to fucking give in and take me in the way only he can. I need to experience what it feels like to be filled by him.

“Fucking idiots,” Harley says as he puts his phone into his back pocket.

“Everything okay?” I ask softly.

“Yes, everything is okay,” he says, running his hands through his hair.

I stand still a few feet away from him, looking over his exposed body. He is wearing swimming shorts and no shirt. His muscles bulge as he runs his hands over his face. He turns, bending over to put his phone on the lounge chair.

Fuck my life.

He stands up, turns, and looks at me. “You like what you see?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

I smile and shake my head. “I am not sure yet,” I say, feigning interest. Of course, I fucking like what I see, and he knows it too.

“That right?’ He asks, amused.

I nod, and he slowly strides toward me until he stands inches from my body. I can feel myself getting wet, and it takes everything in me not to rub my thighs together to ease the ache.

“I think you are a liar, Bella,” he teases.

He isn’t wrong; I am lying.

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