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I knew it would come to this, but the thought sits heavily in my stomach. It shouldn’t, but it does. “What about the kids in the orphanage? They rely on him for—”
Saint hisses sharply before stalking toward me. He grips my cheeks in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Never forget where that money comes from. How many lives has he destroyed?”
“I know, but can’t we just leave? I am so sick of…death and vengeance. It’s all I’ve been surrounded with. I just want to forget.”
His manner softens as he strokes the apple of my cheek with his thumb. “And you will. But I have to do this. Please understand.”
“So this isn’t just about my freedom. It’s about revenge as well.”
Saint averts his gaze, which is all the answer I need. “Please, trust me. I will atone for my sins for the remainder of my life, but I will never be able to rest until he gets what he deserves.”
There is no compromise. This is set in stone. To attain my freedom, Alek has to die. An eye for an eye— but how can I live with myself knowing someone had to die to set me free?
I want to say so many things, but there is no changing Saint’s mind. The night of the masquerade ball, he will make sure Alek pays for his crimes with more bloodshed and more pain. I don’t know how, and maybe it’s better he keeps me in the dark.
“I’m doing this for you. For the both of you.” Regardless of what Zoey has done, Saint will avenge her.
Unexpected tears arise, but Saint shakes his head, wiping them away. “Don’t cry. This will all be over soon. I promise.”
I open my mouth, but Saint swoops forward and passionately claims my lips with his. He kisses me with a force so wild, he steals the air from my lungs. But who needs air when I’ve got this? I thread my fingers through his long hair, pulling his face toward me.
He groans into my mouth, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us backward until my back hits the wall. A whoosh of air escapes me, but his aggression is exactly what I need to feel alive. Our tongues contest, but each flick of his has me whimpering, turning into mush.
He suckles my bottom lip as he cups the back of my head, angling me so he can dominate every inch of me. Our kisses have always been filled with passion and need, but an urgency to this embrace has me holding him tightly in fear he will fade away.
His thicker beard strokes me, the coarseness setting my senses alight. I’m straddling the line between pleasure and pain, but with Saint, the two seem to go hand in hand. He rubs against me, growling when I gasp.
I want him with every inch of my body, and my pearled nipples pressing against his hardened chest attest to my needs.
“Oh, god,” he pants from around my lips. He begins to work his way down the column of my neck, biting softly. “I am going crazy picturing him with you. Is he sleeping in your bed?”
“What?” I whimper when he suckles over my pulse. “Of course not. I-I’m in your room.” Being coherent is a sudden issue as he works my body into a frenzy.
“You still want me?” His question drips with torture.
“Yes. Always.” I throw my head back when he strokes over my aching center through my jeans. “Please…I need—”
I don’t even know what I need. I just know I need and want more.
Saint reads me just as he always does. Yanking open my jeans, he thrusts his hand down the front of my underwear. He isn’t gentle, but it’s exactly what I want. He inserts a finger into me, hissing when he feels how wet I am.
He holds me effortlessly as I buck and writhe against him.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he groans against my throat.
“I’m yours,” I pant without pause, knowing why he needs to hear this.
He inserts another finger, stretching me so wide, I cry out in intoxicating pain. “I dream about what a life with you would be like. Away from all of this.”
“Me…too,” I manage to gasp as I chase my release.
His fingers are relentless as he coaxes me to come. “You give me something to look forward to. You eclipse my darkness and make me want to embrace the light.”
“Oh, my god,” I cry, clawing the back of his neck as I anchor onto him, afraid I will fall.
“I never thought there was an after…until I met you.” He bites my chin before claiming my mouth as his because that’s what I am. I am his.
He continues working me skillfully, circling over my ripened clit with his thumb. I shamefully ride his hand, getting lost in this feeling of utter bliss. He strains against his zipper, but this is for me.
