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And then he was fucking me. Harshly.
Stabs of pain ripped through me. He was tearing me apart, breaking me in two. And I loved it. The violent bounce against him, the wildness inside me breaking free. My body burned in its need for him.
“You. Are. Fucking. Mine.” He growled against my mouth, biting my lips. “A brand on your soul no one can remove. I will kill anyone who dares look at you. You understand, Summer?”
“Yes!” I screamed into the forest, forgetting everything but him. His dick filling me so full. My back, scraping against the tree. His hands, pulling the globes of my ass apart. My nails, scratching his skin.
He slammed into me, over and over, for so long I lost track of time. So fast I could barely breathe. The pain of it heightened everything inside me.
We were like animals, rutting against the tree. The darkness within each of us spilling out. Together, we were who we were meant to be: savage beasts.
I’d never felt so free in all my life.
This was who we were. Who I was.
And then, with a deep, guttural groan, he came, a slippery warmth running down my thighs. He pumped a few more times, heaving against me. After a long moment, his hand went between us.
He looked up, catching my eyes with his. I saw everything in that look. His love. His passion.
“I surrender to you, Summer Duvall.” He parted my lips with his thumb, tasting like salt and dirt. “You own me. My heart. My soul. I belong to you. You are the only one, will forever be the only one. With you, I am no longer afraid of the darkness inside me. I love you, Summer Duvall. I think I always have.” He kissed me again, his tongue tangling with mine. My pounding heart began to calm as he cradled my jaw more gently. “From the day you were born, you captured my heart and never let it go. Do you love me, too?” he asked. “I need to know.”
“Yes,” I nodded, my breath caught in my throat. “Always.” My fingers tangled with his, holding onto him as fiercely as he was holding on to me. “Always. I love you, Rook Craven.”
Then he kissed me again, this time soft and sweet, his fingers turning from possessive to soothing, gentle, caressing over my whole body. His kiss turned playful, biting and nipping, but softly, his lips tender. And then he pulled back, staring into my eyes. For so long, I could only breathe.
And in that moment, we shared something that words could not replace. A look of hope, of love, of…finally knowing where we belonged—with each other.
CHAPTER 51
Rook
Dark brown eyes met mine from across the row of line cooks in Santo Sabor, a local Dominican restaurant.
Two weeks after Saul’s death, I received a note to meet an anonymous person here at eleven p.m., sharp.
It was written in the same handwriting as the one I'd received before Douglass died, telling me to ask him about Greybone Estate.
The temptation to meet the person who started my journey through hell and back was too great. And, not one to run into clandestine meetings unprepared, I carried my favorite Glock, at the ready on my hip.
Even though the kitchen was busy, no one gave me a second glance. The smell of boiled yuca, mashed plantains, and deep-fried catfish filled my nose as I made my way through the kitchen. It was a maze of flame and cutting stations. White uniforms splattered with food and blood, sweat and tears.
"Emerson." I had to admit, I was surprised to see him here, almost to the point that, if I believed in coincidences, I would have thought this to be one.
"Rook… Undergrove, is it?" he asked, his tone dark.
I pressed my lips into a firm line. “How long have you known my real name?”
He studied me, taking a moment to answer, his posture rigid and stiff.
After a moment, he reached into his suit pocket and I stiffened, my hand edging towards my own gun.
"Touch that and every single person in this kitchen will kill you."
I glanced around to see that everyone was now staring at me.
I raised both my hands in a sign of surrender, though I had no intention of going down without a fight. If he'd brought me here to kill me, I wouldn't hesitate to take out as many people as possible with me.
My eyes went to his hand, waiting in tight anticipation as he pulled out...a dark grey envelope.
