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Brodie would know I’m getting close. “That’s it, my queen, cum for your king.”

Looking up, Aiden would turn to face Brodie. “Kiss me while she soaks your fingers.”

Brodie’s eyes gleam as he leans over⁠—

And I can’t hold it back anymore. I release on the bed, screaming both their names.

I feel the guilt creeping in the second my orgasm finishes. Betrayal rips through me even worse than after the kiss.

After cleaning up, I chuck my vibrator back in the drawer and lie in my bed, letting the sadness seep into every pore.

I will never have them both. But maybe if I could get a handle on this guilt, I could have a small taste of it.

The truth is, while Brodie isn’t coming back, I can still devote myself to him. Protect my heart and reserve it only for him. But Aiden is alive, and I have to marry him anyway. I could give him my body and protect my heart. I just need to be very careful because I would not recover from grief a second time, even with my feelings locked away. Death took away the love of my life, but he wasn’t allowed to steal the man who could teach me how to deal with my grief. Healthy or not.

Slicing into that man tonight helped me to forget. It gave me a new focus. Somewhere to point my grief and anger. And strangely, I don’t regret that part. I got a small moment where I felt like my old self. Maybe not the same as I once was but a newer version of myself. One that might possibly have a taste for murder and revenge.

The guy was irredeemable scum. In fact, I kind of want to own my kill, revel in it. Maybe Aiden would let me help him from time to time. I could even learn to control my anger so that I didn’t go all the way. I cringe thinking of how angry Ashton is going to be when he discovers Ian is dead. I’ll talk to him tomorrow and apologize. I know he uses these people as research subjects.

Aiden didn’t seem to care that I joined in. He might possibly let me do it again with him. Maybe I’ll ask him. I’ll have to sleep on it and see how I feel in the morning. But I don’t see myself passing up the opportunity to rid myself of this grief I have been living in.

I wonder if the actual Grim Reaper ever had a sidekick…

With that settled, I close my eyes. Tomorrow is a new day; maybe I’ll even try a new instrument of torture. This could work. I could deal with my grief and release my anger. While also giving Aiden my body.

But never my heart. Because my heart would always belong to his brother.

CHAPTER

TEN

HIM

Iwatch them from the screen on my phone as they unknowingly put on a show for me, their hatred a white-hot form of foreplay that leaves me aching. But I don’t move to relieve myself. I embrace the discomfort. A new form of motivation for myself. Encouragement to end this.

Ari looks stunning covered in blood with a knife in her hand. Her anger fuels her as she stabs without purpose. Aiden is watching her, mesmerized. Each stab splattering more blood. The bulge in his pants looks obscene even from here.

She stops and looks over at him, the tension in the room crackling so much that I can see it through the screen. They want each other; I know it. I am just waiting for one of them to crack.

Come on, come on, my prey.

I watch as Aiden snaps first. Brushing his lips against her mouth, and she takes full advantage. Dropping the knife, she has her fingers in his hair, and she’s pulling him closer, eliminating the space between them. She smears blood through his hair and down his face, each of them unbothered by the fact that a dead man’s blood is sinking into their skin. A truly feral sight.

It’s absolutely stunning.

I wait to see how far they will go. She is still ridden with sorrow and guilt; that much is obvious. Her gut-wrenching cries at night stab a place deep inside me. But I can’t think about it now as Aiden takes his tongue and licks up the side of her neck. What I wouldn’t give to be on the other side of her neck, mimicking his motions. Looking into his eyes as we decide the best way to pleasure our girl.

Yes.

Ours.

I see his mouth moving and can only assume he is whispering something in her ear. But whatever it is, she reacts viscerally. Shoving him away from her and running from the room. Shit.

Playtime is over.

Maybe.

Or maybe not.