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I climb onto the counter, leaning so I can reach the white plastic cover. My fingers grip the sides, trying to work it off, but nothing happens. I try all different angles and methods, but it doesn’t work. Shit!
Looks like I’m going low.
Hopping down off the counter, I get down on my knees and look into the doorless cabinet beneath the sink. There’s absolutely nothing down here except pipes. I don’t see any type of hiding place.
Maybe I will have to use it tonight.
My hands trail down the front horizontal panel of the cabinet, feeling underneath. My heart stops when my fingers catch on a ledge.
“Yes!” I whisper to myself.
“Everything okay in there?” Theon calls from the other side of the door.
My stomach drops. There’s not a lock so he could come in at any moment, which means I need to think of something fast.
“Uhh, yeah. Got my period. Just excited that Blais didn’t knock me up,” I lie as I carefully place the syringe in my newfound hiding spot. My periods are so irregular, I never know when it’s going to pop up, sometimes I don’t have one for months at a time. It’s just the first thing I thought of that might repulse him enough to let it go.
Smiling to myself, I pull off my bloody dress and step into the shower.
I finally have something to protect myself if I need it.
Finally.
Mist drifts out from under the bathroom door while Zamira is in the shower. My heart races erratically knowing I’m this close to her and I can’t touch her.
Seeing her in a primal state, unhinged without her mask on, was everything I was hoping to see since she’s been here. She’s been cautiously protecting her true self from us, but tonight that changed. Tonight, the cracks in her facade crumbled to the ground, showing us the true darkness inside her. It’s so hard to resist her, taking everything in me not to stomp in there and fuck the shit out of my princess.
My princess?
Everything about her tonight fucking pulled at me. She looked stunning in her olive-green cocktail dress that clung to every curve of her body. The way it fit around her gorgeous chest and luscious ass had me sporting a boner before we even left the house. Even in the vehicle, when she slid into the backseat, it rode up her thighs giving me the perfect view of her delicious creamy skin. An inch higher, and I would’ve been able to see which pair of panties she picked out—if she was wearing any at all.
Honestly, she could wear a trash bag and still be the only woman I see in a room. There’s something about the presence she gives that can light up any space she’s in, even when she wants to go unnoticed. She can’t. I notice her. I’ll always notice her. The way my body responds to her is something I haven’t felt in a long time. Something I never expected to feel again.
She lit my body on fire at the club, her gorgeous mouth taking my cock like the damn queen she is. Face-fucking her as hard as I did without any complaints was enough for me to realize it would be a mistake to give that up. She took my cock like it was an ice cream cone she wanted to savor for the rest of her life. She was choking, gagging, and slurping down my dick with her greedy eyes locked on me the entire time. There’s no doubt in my mind that she loved every second of it. That I loved every fucking second of it.
Seeing the marks she put on Novak both in the club and in the basement sent me into a frenzy. She fought like hell to get Novak off her. The marks she put on his face made me so proud. Proud that she fought even though he’s twice her size.
I hate that she had to fight him in the first place. I hate that we didn’t get there sooner, but my princess is scrappy enough to defend herself. Seeing her fighting and going crazy on the asshole that took Allie’s life, filled my chest with satisfaction.
I know we put her through hell, but no one else gets to do that to her. We are the only ones allowed to mark her body. No one else. I feel it and I know the others do too—she’s ours.
What is this woman doing to me? She’s got me ready to release my alpha bullshit and stamp “mine” all over her ass.
The biggest surprise of all was that fucking Novak knew who she was the entire time. How the fuck does he know her? Initially my brain thought she was somehow playing us and this was a giant elaborate plan to screw us over. That she and Novak knew each other, but given the shocked reaction on her face that morphed into anger and confusion, it’s clear she was just as stunned as the rest of us. The way she dug the knife into him also solidified that fact. No way she would’ve messed him up like that if they were working together.
She’s just like us, all twisted and fucked up inside with a deep itch for wreaking havoc any way she can get it. She wanted us to show her respect, and I’d say she earned it; I’m just not sure if we’ve earned hers after everything we’ve put her through. She deserves to be treated like an equal, not someone we keep knocking down.
Too bad it took me this long to realize what Blais knew the entire time.
All I know is my feelings grow stronger for her by the day, which freaks me the fuck out. I know what it’s like to have someone see you for who you really are and not shy away. But the mental anguish that comes with it is something I promised myself I’d never feel again.Shedestroyed me, ripped me apart; and I never want to go through that again. It’s easier to push people away than to allow them in, giving them a chance to rip your bleeding heart clean out of your chest.
I promised to never love someone the way I loved my sweet girl.
I promised to never forget her, to never allow someone to diminish what we had.
Allie was my entire world. She was the light in my darkness.
My heart aches at the memory of the girl I loved.
