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Ignoring me, he grew more aggressive and within a few seconds, I was thrashing about, howling through gritted teeth, lights bursting behind my closed lids, the couch screeching across the floor from my violent movements.

“Wyatt!”

His fingers stopped. Peeking through my lashes, I was taken aback by the expression staring down at me. He appeared overwhelmed and dazed.

My pussy pulsated like it had its own heartbeat. Batting my lashes, I begged him in a quiet tone. “Please, Daddy, no more.”

He dropped to his haunches and bowed his chin, covering his eyes with his free hand. Cursing under his breath, he took his fingers out and began untying me.

Like dead weight, my limbs collapsed to the sofa, the muscles and joints burning. I winced and sniveled, wishing I could at least rub them to relieve some tension.

He pressed his lips to a knee and kissed his way upward, not touching anything naughty, just being tender. Looming over me, he searched my face and then slowly dipped down. A split second before he kissed me, he paused to gaze into my eyes.

Dropping the last inch, his lips covered mine. A bolt of lightning split through me, tearing my core in half. His lids rounded, telling me whatever just struck me, hit him, too.

He jerked away and I croaked, “Oh, shit.”

We were both breathing erratically, and not from the otherworldly sex we just experienced. Something else was overpowering us, something exhilarating, something…scary.

Groaning, he crushed his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue forward. His hands in my hair again, he slid back inside, my legs wrapping around his waist.

This time, he was more tender and firm than dominating. Still soaring high from the last orgasm, I was peaking in no time, and so was he. Seemingly at the same time, we fell over that cliff where he threw his head back and cried out, “Chazzy!”

I shivered at the sound, writhing with a carnal bliss, my eyes rolling.

“Oh, Wyatt, oh yes!” I whimpered, clinging to his back.

He fell on top, choking on his inhales while I scattered kisses all over his shoulder and neck. His arms linked beneath me and held tight, restricting my ribs.

“Amazing, kitten, so goddamn amazing,” he whispered in my ear, shuddering.

My heart sank, the shame finally working to the forefront. I stared at the ceiling, petting his sweaty back. He asked for my soul, I had no choice but to give it. How the hell was I supposed to live this way? Wyatt owning my soul, Milo owning my heart, both men sharing my body?

This was a mistake, for I knew this would not be the only time with Wyatt. I knew I would never be able to deny him again. Yet I still was madly in love with Milo. I couldn’t live without him. I was going to marry him.

That bolt of lightning that split me in half, permanently made me two people. One was Wyatt’s, one was Milo’s. I had no idea how to make this work, how I would ever be one complete person again, or what to do about anything.

I closed my lids, turning my face into the crook of his neck. Technically, there was nothing to do, because if Milo found out what happened today, he would probably kill us both.

Chapter 39

Milo Pampinella

My elbows on my desk, one hand was rubbing at my temple, the other holding the phone to my ear. I was trying so goddamn hard to listen to Jack, but it was difficult. So damn difficult.

“I got it.”

“I don’t think you do, Milo. Pops wants this taken care of immediately.”

My lids closed, my pulse quickening and my gut tightening. “Mm hm.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yup,” I croaked, closing my eyelids. Sitting up, my jaw fell as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her further into my lap. “Hey, hang on,” I rasped, tapping the button on the phone to silence my end. Dropping the receiver, both hands held her down, ignoring her whines and protests. “Oh, shit, suck it, bitch.”

She whimpered, struggling against me. My dick well into her esophagus, my balls were tightening, the release overcoming me. “Hang on, hang on. Oh, yeah, that’s it.” I grunted, cum shooting out.

She was slapping at me, trying to get a breath, but I didn’t care. It felt too damn good to let go just yet. A couple more seconds was all I needed.