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“Of course I fucking wasn’t! But I still survived and they didn’t.”

“Survivors’ guilt is rough,” Remy murmured. “I know. I felt a bit of that. But do you know what’s worse? Living, and then giving up your life. It’s a fucking waste. Do you think they’d want that?”

“I don’t need your fucking logic.”

Slap!

“I think you do. Isa, stop.”

Loki moaned. Christ, he’d been so close.

“Isa, are you all right to use your mouth?” Remy asked. “You didn’t feel dizzy before?”

“I’m all right.”

“Good girl. Mouth on his dick, but don’t move. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, Loki?” Remy murmured.

“The best.”

“You think she’d love you if you didn’t deserve it?”

Fucking low blow. If he said she would, then he made it sound like she didn’t have good judgment.

But did he deserve it?

And fuck, her mouth felt so good around his dick. He pumped his hips slightly, searching for some friction.

Slap!

Motherfucker! The slaps didn’t really hurt. A light sting. It was more the fact that he was touching Loki like that.

And that you don’t hate it.

“Did you run away that day? Did you leave them?”

“Of course I fucking didn’t! I tried to save them! But they still died!” he roared.

“And that wasn’t your fault,” Remy said. “Say it.”

He heaved for breath. His dick was hard. His balls ached. Remy’s hand tightened around his neck.

Slap!

He wasn’t in charge. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything.

The memories rushed through him.

“It wasn’t your fault, Lachie.”

His name broke through the images, sending him back into the here and now.

It wasn’t Remy who had spoken but his girl. She was kneeling up, facing him.

“It wasn’t your fault. What happened was terrible. But you are a good person. The best. You’ve always been there for me. Loved me. Taken care of me. You did not fail them. And you have never failed me.”

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