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“Come all over my fingers and mouth," I mutter, and before I can register what she does, she leans down and wraps my dick between her sinful lips.

My rhythm loses its focus a little, her moans and my groans mixing in the heated room as we both find release.

“Good girl,” I say when Esmeray comes all over my face.

Her pleasure makes my body shudder, finding my own end while she takes her mouth off me and pumps me on my stomach until I feel warmth on it.

Her eyes barely can keep themselves open, her body fully supporting itself on my arms as she glances down at the white liquid on my stomach.

Esmeray removes herself from on top of me and drops down onto the bed, glancing from my abdomen to me with hesitancy in her eyes.

I scoop my fingers inside the pool on my stomach and raise it to her lips. She takes it, reluctant at first, but licking afterward. I know I should be controlled and not test her limits, but I can’t help myself when I see the lust in her eyes to not push the finger to her throat.

My dick hardens in my pants, ready for another round and an immense amount of satisfaction settles inside me.

This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

She gags, her eyes filling with tears, and my cock is ready again. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but when I take my finger out of her mouth with her lips curled around it, I take some more of my cum, and with my eyes locked on hers, I push it inside her trembling pussy.

“You’re mine," I say, bathing her lips and her walls with my come.

FORTY-THREE

ESMERAY

When I woke up at five a.m., Kai was still sleeping. I didn’t want to feel the embarrassment of waking up next to him, which probably would’ve led up to a conversation, so I got out of bed and joined Marina to prepare breakfast for everyone. She eyed me curiously but didn’t ask any questions and let me sit with my thoughts while she gave me a few instructions here and there.

Truth is, the thought of facing Kai after almost admitting I wanted to hear him say he loves me is the scariest thing I’ll have to do. I might have to spell it out for him to understand, but what if he figured it out?

Ugh.

I hate that I am so desperate to hear those words after twenty-four hours of realizing I love him.

Like, girl, let that thought settle before technically begging him to tell you those three fucking words he might not even feel.

What would be worse than never hearing him say those words would be hearing them just because he knows I want to.

My parents never showed any affection, and my sisters are used to telling me "I love you" since we were kids. I never believed them, anyway. I don’t know what that says about me, but sometimes we love our family just because we have to, notbecause we truly feel it, so I never appreciated those kinds of words from them. Raven never told me, but it might be just because she’s a little bit colder.

Out of all of my sisters, I always paid for what they did. Not because they threw the blame on me, but because I took it so they wouldn’t have to live what I did.

They were never hurt the way I was, and as much as I’m glad for that, when I went through my father’s rage, I kept imagining how I was going to be repaid at some point for doing good. And maybe I’ve been repaid. I’m not in Carter’s hands anymore, and my husband is a very respectful man who would do anything for me.

So who am I to ask for more?

Kai may not love me yet, or maybe he never will, but he still saved my life. And gave me a hell of an orgasm last night. Multiple, actually.

When I feel like I’m already blushing, I give Marina an innocent smile. "I'll take these,” I tell her and take the three plates, then walk them to the living room where the table is.

The bad part about what happened last night is that it creates addiction. When I woke up, I was still drenched and ready for more even though I’d passed out an hour earlier. Is this a bad or a good thing?

Goddamn it if I know. I still feel his hands and mouth on me, worshiping me until I—

Callum is already there, so I try my best to get back on earth. He is looking out of the window from his usual seat, with a serene smile on his face.

He looks at me when I put his plate between his arms. “What is this?” He looks at the other two plates in my hands. “Is Marina sick?”

I shake my head. “No, I wanted to do something for you as well this morning.”

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