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Seconds later, my hope faded when his brows furrowed and he peered up at me. “You’re telling me no one’s ever loved you before?”
“One person did.” I swallowed the ball of emotion lodged in my throat.
“Who?”
“Aubrey. She loved me like a sister, and I loved her right back. She was my best friend…the onlyrealfriend I ever had.” My voice cracked, and a tear slid down my cheek.
“I loved her, too,” Grant whispered thickly as he reached up and caught my tear on the pad of his thumb. “Listen, Emma, I’m sorry I pulled that asshole move on you upstairs. I know you’re probably still pissed at me, but you can’t leave. Not until the merger goes through. It’s too dangerous.”
My heart swelled, and my chest tightened.
“I’m not pissed at you anymore, Grant. Embarrassed, yes, but not pissed.” He didn’t bother trying to hide his relief and blew out a billowing, cheek-puffing breath. “But I don’t even know if they’re still trying to push the merger through. I was supposed to marry Wesley in order to secure the commission’s vote. Well, that and the ten million dollars.”
“I’ve got connections in DC. I’ll find out the status. Just promise me you’ll stay so I can protect you.”
The angst of packing my things and leaving, of spending days, weeks, maybe even years looking over my shoulder, vanished. I would definitely take Grant up on his offer. Who better to protect me than Aubrey’s bad-assed brother and former SEAL? Still, I was floored, He wasn’t kicking me to the curb for pretending to be his sister. Which begged the question…
“Why is protecting me so important to you?” I asked, smearing the ointment over the cuts on his hand. When he didn’t answer, I glanced up. The guilt reflecting in his face and eyes broke my heart. “Oh, Grant,” I whispered. “You couldn’t have saved her. None of us could. It was a random—”
“Act of violence. Yeah, I know. I memorized the police report.”
“Then you also know—”
“I know that cocksucker raped and tortured her before he killed her. I also know he suffered tenfold for what he did to Aubrey.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. “How do you know that?”
He pinned me with abitch, pleaseexpression and quirked a brow. “My sister told you what I did for a living back then, right?”
“Yes. Aubrey shared every letter you sent with me.”
“Then it should come as no surprise I’m the sadistic prick who slit his throat when I was through exacting my revenge and listening to his screams.”
ChapterThirteen
Grant
Friday, July 28th
“Keep those hands behind your back, girl. You donothave permission to touch me,” I warned, peering down at Emma bobbing her hot, unholy mouth over my swollen cock.
It had been a week since she’d agreed to stay until the merger was finalized. I’d been relieved and stupidly ecstatic. While I still wasn’t thrilled she’d assumed Aubrey’s identity, I no longer thought Emma a thief, but a victim of her parent’s warped expectations and heartless inability to love. She certainly wasn’t a victim now.
Through sheer will, determination, and an impressive amount of creative planning, Emma had escaped their cruel world. The sight of her discovering who she was, deep down inside, was like watching a bird freed from its cage take flight.
Though still vigilant about protecting her, after Emma spilled her truths, I let my guard down around her. It surprised me, but also scared me a little, how quickly we’d fallen into an easy routine. Even Mack busted my balls, saying I’d been in a better mood since mynew wifemoved in. Yeah, it chafed, but he wasn’t wrong. Iwashappier…more centered and content.
It hadn’t all been smooth sailing. After stupidly confessing to the torture and death I’d inflicted on Aubrey’s killer, Emma seemed more cautious and noticeably distant around me. Determined to re-earn her trust and prove she had no reason to fear me, I used the lifestyle to redirect her focus. To my delight, and the delight of the come now boiling in my churning balls, it worked like a charm.
The sunrise inching over the horizon beamed through the window, casting her beautiful face and lush naked body in a golden glow. On her knees, staring up at me with a smoky, lust-filled stare, she looked like a fucking angel straight from heaven.
But looks were deceiving. Prowling beneath her innocent facade was a seductive, uninhibited, sexual siren. Lucky for me, I’d discovered all the naughty buttons and nasty words that turned her inside out.
“That’s it, my dirty, little slut. Worship my cock. Suck it all the way down your filthy throat. Gag and cry. We both know you want to. You love choking on my cock,” I growled, scraping my thumb down her hollowed cheek while filling my lungs with her spicy arousal saturating the room.
With a needy whimper, Emma complied. Leaning forward, she devoured every hard inch before burying her nose in my coarse curls. Her throat convulsed, compressing and surrounding my fat crest in her wet, velvety softness. Sparks ricocheted down my spine, but the tears spilling down her cheeks set my blood on fire.
From day one, my gut told me Emma’s mouth was made for sin. I’d been right. Two nights ago, when she’d first wrapped her plump lips around my cock, I was ready to sell my soul to the devil and chain her to my bed until the end of time.
