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“Fuck.” He brings both of his palms to each of my cheeks and drops his face down to mine. The tip of his nose glides over mine. “Millie, baby, look at me.” I keep my eyes on his lips, studying how his top lip dips sharply in the middle and his bottom lip has a small plump to it. “Fuck,” he repeats before the lips my eyes were staring at are pressing against mine softly. He kisses me until the warm salt of my tears is leaking between our lips. I clamp my mouth shut and it takes all of my will to refuse his kiss. Pulling away from me an inch, his hands remain on my cheeks but my eyes go back to his lips. “I need you to look at me before I say what I’m going to say to you, baby, please.”

“You slept with her.” I whisper. “After making love to me, you fucked her.”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t. I swear to you over my own mother I didn’t.”

Slowly, inch by inch, studying every flawless part of his face, I finally bring my eyes to lock into his. At the very second my eyes find his, my stomach flips upside-down. His eyebrows draw together, a frown pulling on his beautiful face.

“I.” He kisses me. “Didn’t.” He kisses my lips again. “Fuck her.” He rubs the tip of his nose over mine before his lips glide over mine and he sucks my bottom one into his mouth. I suck in a breath and he inches back again, my eyes searching his. “I can’t tell you some story about how I love you or anything like that because I don’t know what love is, Millie, I really fucking don’t. I don’t even think I loved my own mother.”

My eyebrows cross. “That’s not very nice.”

He shrugs, unaffected. “I’m many things, Millie, but I’ll never lie to you. I may choose the way I use my words, but that’s a skill I’ve learned along the way and is almost a second language to me now. But this here…” His finger points between the two of us. “This, I can’t deny.”

He smiles, his body squeezing between my legs until I widen them for him. His hands finally drop from my face and come down to my thighs where he pulls my body towards him.

“I want you more than I’ve wanted any fucking thing in my entire life, pet.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck as his thumb traces little circles. “Come home.”

Suddenly it’s like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown over me. That ice cold bucket was labeled “Cassia” and “you stupid bitch”.

Pressing my palm to his rock hard chest, I push him back. Well, I attempt to push him back. “No. Are you kidding me?” I hiss, wrapping the suit jacket around me tightly. “You still have that slut living in your house. Actually!” I laugh sarcastically. “You have fucking two!”

“No,” he corrects me, inching closer. “I have one.”

“Two!”

“One,” he whispers harshly. “Ella is my sister.”

“What?” I nudge back.

He places both of his fists on either side of me. “Ella is my sister.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” I ask, annoyed that he kept such a big secret for so long.

“Because no one knows her identity. No one at all.”

I pause. “Who’s her dad?”

“Kurr,” he replies, his hands gliding up my thighs.

“So he knows?”

“He knows he had a daughter, yes.”

“Had?” I say, cocking my head.

“Yes, had.” He dips his head into the crook of my neck. Pressing his lips to my neck softly, he says, “We had to say she was killed and change her whole identity to protect her from him. She’s been living at my place ever since under strict protection.”

“Stop.” I move my head out of his teasing licks and kisses. “I can’t just pretend all that stuff didn’t happen.”

He growls and the vibrations shake against the flesh of my neck. “I know. I need to tell you something, though,” he voices, his mouth still laying kisses on my collar bone. It’s a sweet gesture and it’s testing all my might to not give into what he’s doing, but I guess I’m just as stubborn.

“And what’s that?”

“I gave Beast a proposition.”

“Okay…”

“Well, rather a swap.”

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