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“You love this cock, don’t you, baby?”
My arms circled his neck, and I thrust into his hand, his dick twitching inside me. “Yes…”
“In your mouth.”
“Yes.”
“In your pussy.”
“Yes.”
“In your ass.”
I hesitated before I answered. “Yes…”
I clung to him as I came, my hips bucking uncontrollably, my moans muffled against his neck, my tears catching on his cheek.
He yanked me down hard, shoving his entire dick inside me as he released.
It hurt to take that much, but I didn’t fight it because I liked it. I liked how big he was. So big it hurt.
He gave a satisfied moan as he filled me, his eyes glazing over slightly.
My arms remained locked around him, and we sat there together, our wet bodies slowly softening. I had his seed inside me every day now, a weight that was noticeable throughout the day, when I worked, when I slept, when I did anything.
I liked it.
He pressed a kiss to my neck then a bite to my collarbone before he guided me off him.
When my back hit the sheets, my mind and body went into a new realm of relief, like I’d finally scratched that itch on my back I couldn’t reach all day. My entire body felt good, not just the sex between my legs and my pebbled nipples. The pleasure reached my fingertips and toes, took away all the stress of the day. It brought me into a dream, made me forget the truth of my reality.
He left for the bathroom and returned a moment later. “Want another log on?”
I pulled the covers to my shoulder and gave a nod.
He squatted and put another on, every inch of his body chiseled muscle. He dusted off his hands before he came back to bed and joined me. He didn’t stick to the opposite edge of the bed, but came right next to me, his heavy arm draping over my body under the sheets like an extra blanket.
With him next to me, the bed was even warmer, even more comfortable.
His head was on the pillow, and his eyes were closed.
He smelled the way he always did, but now it was enhanced with sex and sweat.
“Ian told me how you survived the fall.”
His eyes didn’t open.
“I guess you got lucky…”
“Lucky isn’t the word I’d use.” His eyes opened, crystal blue, beautiful. “A part of me wishes we’d all died that day.”
My eyes dropped. “You don’t mean that.”
“You don’t know what I’ve endured.”
My eyes were on his chest, focused on the small dent just beneath his right pec. My fingers reached out and felt it for the first time, felt the bone slant in ways that it shouldn’t. “What happened here?”
His hand grabbed my fingers and directed them farther down, away from the injury.
I looked up to meet his eyes—and knew I wouldn’t get an answer.
“There’s something I’m confused about…”
His hand slid up my back between my shoulder blades, cradling me to him. He didn’t speak, but his eyes encouraged me to ask the question.
“When your parents ruled the Kingdoms…did they know?”
“Know what?”
“About everyone at the bottom of the cliffs.”
His eyes were steady as they looked at mine, but his answer wasn’t forthcoming.
“You did know.”
“My parents. But not Ian and me.”
I stared into his gaze, picturing eyes identical to his. “They knew…but did nothing.” Now their actions had a different significance because my family had been the one down below. My father. My brother. My mother. We would have been down here instead of them.
“I’ve questioned my mother about it. She said they were fighting a war to the north and didn’t have the resources to care for the population below at the same time.”
“But that war couldn’t have lasted forever. And what about your father’s father? And his father? There were generations—but no action was taken.”
He held my stare.
This changed everything. “I’m sorry for what happened to you. Truly, I am. But…can you blame my father and the others? Can you blame them for trying to survive? If the situations were reversed, wouldn’t you do the same?”
His gaze hardened, like I’d said the wrong thing. “My mother deserved to be raped—”
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“My father deserved to be stabbed in the throat with a knife—”
“No. I don’t excuse the violent behavior. But climbing the cliffs in the hope of a better life… How can you fault anyone for doing that? For wanting to be away from Necrosis? For wanting to feel the sun on your face for once?”
His angry stare continued.
“You know I’m right.”
His gaze severed, and he moved away from me. “Go back to your cabin.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Then I’ll drag your ass.” He rounded on me. “How about that?” He grabbed his breeches and pulled them on but left them untied as he fetched his tunic.
“You know I’m right.”
He yanked the tunic over his head. “Get your clothes on.”
