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He stepped back with a genuinely kind smiled before a gunshot rang through the air and his body collapsed with a thud.

My eyes went wide as I jolted back against the back of the sofa, my gaze landing in the entryway. Antonio.

He slipped his gun into his waistband behind his back and all I could see in my peripheral vision was Kiryl’s blood slowly puddling underneath his body. I couldn’t get myself to look at him.

Tears of shock and frustration burned my eyes. “What did you…” I trailed off.

“You ruin everything you touch,” he calmly said. “Keep your hands to yourself next time, yeah?”

Still frozen, I blinked, watching him step back and disappear into the foyer.

CHAPTER 13

Antonio

After ordering Santiago to clean up the mess Kiryl was making in the living room, I got in the shower in an attempt to cool down.

It didn’t fucking work.

Having her on my lap, then on Hiro’s, only for her to touch Kiryl’s hand thereafter…

I got dressed and found myself back in my office behind my screen.

She was already asleep in bed, and I hadn’t noticed how long I’d been dwelling on this. I scoffed, shaking my head. Here I was, tormented by her presence and there she laid, sound asleep as though she wasn’t bothered by any of it.

I threw my head back, running a slow hand down my face until a soft whimper made my dick twitch.

I looked back down at the screen and her bare legs were perched up. Oh fuck me.

And for the second time today, my dick was hard because of her.

After she dropped down to her hands and knees in front of me, I fought to control myself, but a part of me seemed to have a goddamn mind of its own.

There wasn’t a shortage of things I wanted to do to her, but I knew better. Most of me, at least.

Her hand cupped her breast as she squeezed slightly before her eyebrows pinched together. My hand slipped to my erection in an attempt to soothe the ache.

Her back slightly arched off the bed, her lips parting with a moan and my heart rate picked up.

My name rolled off her tongue and my hand froze. She tossed and turned and satisfaction washed over me. It seemed as though I wasn’t the only one tormented by tonight.

She was more restless than other nights and I worked my belt, freeing my hard cock before gently stroking myself to her whimpers.

Her legs spread, heels digging into the mattress.

My hand glided up my length, squeezing my engorged head and all I could think about was her thighs wrapped around my head with the slight tremble I was all too familiar with.

Nothing could make me forget the feel of being inside of her, having her beneath me—a writhing and moaning mess.

Her hips lifted with a faint moan and my head rolled back, each stroke faster than the previous one. And when my eyes fell closed, all I could hear were her soft whimpers… feel the warmth of her breath against my ear and fuck.

A whimper of my own slipped from my lips as I let go, allowing my orgasm to pulse through me.

While catching my breath I lowered my eyes back to the screen to see her hand slip between her thighs.

My head slightly tilted. I was curious to know what she was dreaming about. Was it me? Or was it merely someone she thought was me…?

I cleaned myself up before turning off the screen and leaving my office. I needed to be closer to her.