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His control snaps on a groan, and he drives deeper inside me. One strong arm braces around my middle, holding me upright as he uses my body for his pleasure. His clever fingers torment my breasts, hurting me just the way I like best.

His other hand wraps around my throat. He only applies the gentlest pressure, but some primal part of me melts, surrendering to his dominance. His careful grip keeps my jaw lifted, so I have no choice but to look at us in the mirror while he ruts into me.

Soft cries burst from my chest on each ruthless thrust, and pleasure gathers at my core.

“I’m going to come,” I moan. “Please…”

He kisses my shoulder. “Watch yourself come undone for me.”

In the mirror, my expression is rapturous. I sink into the warm glow that suffuses my chest.

My orgasm is a slow wave of bliss that swells inside me rather than surging. It washes through my body, flooding me from between my legs all the way to my fingers and toes.

My pussy flutters around him, compelling his mutual release.

He comes on a rough shout, driving deep one last time. His cock pulses inside me, and I wish I could feel his cum marking me. I crave for him to claim me in every way imaginable, just as I want to own every aspect of him.

We were made for each other, tempered by loss and bound by pain. Our bond is unbreakable, eternal.

I look at our reflection as he holds me with tender reverence, and I know I’m right where I’ve always belonged.

14

BRANDON

I’m still holding Karolina on the floor of the dance studio when my phone chimes with a security alert.

I immediately grab it from my pocket to check the feed from the cameras at the front gates to the long driveway.

Ghost gives the camera a sardonic salute, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

No one is coming to threaten Karolina.

Now that my friend is here to help watch over her, I can finally track down Pasquale Costa and kill him for scaring her at the café.

After I extract the full extent of the truth from him.

I have to know if others are coming for her.

The fact that he might’ve been working with Ivanov is beyond unnerving. They shouldn’t even know each other, so how did they both end up in York at the same time? How did they both know to target Karolina, not me directly?

If someone is orchestrating a coordinated attack…

“What’s wrong?” she asks, brow furrowed with concern.

I kiss the worry line away. “Nothing. My friend is here to help me figure out who’s threatening you. He’ll help keep you safe while I handle this.”

She doesn’t so much as flinch at the implication that I’ll kill Costa for her. She trusts me implicitly, and she’s always been a realist; survival means doing what’s necessary.

From now on, I’ll fight all her battles for her. She’ll never be plagued by nightmares of her own necessary violence ever again.

“Is this the one you’ve told me about?” she asks. “The friend who’s good with tech?”

“Yes. He’s the best. He’ll help me locate the man who threatened you, and he’ll stay here with you until I’ve dealt with anyone who might even think about targeting you to get to me.”

She shakes her head slightly. “I still can’t quite believe this is happening. You have enemies, Brandon. It barely feels real. Like something out of fiction.”

I study her carefully. “Does it bother you that I’ve made enemies?”