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Some of my anger faded when he reached for the anal plug and lube.

But I knew one thing for sure.

I would never drug him again.

Chapter 18

Ethan

There was no comfort as a child. The ones meant to love me unconditionally had made me believe their twisted narrative instead. I didn’t know why Anne cut herself, but I had a good notion of what her circumstances could have been—the two unsolved murders gave me enough to imagine a young Anne, cornered and finding her own way out.

Perhaps in a different life, we could have been different.

In this one, we were aberrations. In this one, we were together. In this one, I claimed Anne as mine.

“We didn’t wake up one morning and become what we are,” I said, coating the silver plug with a thick layer of lube.“It took years of conditioning, starting in childhood.”

When I glanced up, there was an uncertainty in her, a softness I’d never seen before. Taking her, locking her up, showing her my true self—none of it had shaken her in the slightest.

I smiled despite myself.

“You were growing careless. Why?”

She looked away and didn’t answer.

The polished silver metal caught the light, teardrop-shaped. I dragged it through her wet folds and rested the tip against her puckered hole.

Then waited.

And waited some more.

“Part of me wanted to get caught,” she said, giving me her eyes again.“I wanted them to see. To know what I’d put in their expensive art pieces.”

Anger made me clench my jaw.

“You wanted to be locked up for life?”

She closed her eyes.

“I don’t know,” she snapped, her voice tight.

“Just as well I met you when I did, then,” I said, pressing the metal against her arsehole.“We will never be accepted. Nor will they ever understand us.”

She began to pant as the metal spread her open.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I doubted she was agreeing with my statement. My greedy girl.

“Do you like me opening you up like this? Preparing this tight little hole for my cock?”

Her eyes were hooded, her breathing laboured, as she nodded. I carefully rocked the thickest part of the plug back and forth at her entrance.

“That’s it. Relax that sweet little arsehole for me. I know you’ve been waiting all night for this,” I said, sliding it all the way in before rubbing my thumb over her clit.

She moaned, long and loud.

I gripped the end of the plug and eased it out, only to start the process over again. I knew where dark thoughts could lead, and I wanted Anne to bypass the mistakes I’d made in the past. Her legs jerked, drawing my attention back to her scars. They were part of Anne now.