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“This isn’t a family matter. It’s personal.”

“Text me the address.” He hangs up without waiting for me to say anything more. I send the text and put my phone back in my pocket, then head upstairs to Lira. I need to make sure she is fine.

A mewling sound has my heart beating erratically as I stand before the door, and I don’t even stop to think before pushing my way inside.

Chapter Seven

Lira

Calloused hands caress my skin, making me tremble. His lips leave a trail of fire down my neck and toward my chest as he kisses a path between my breasts. My nipples are painfully erect beneath the lacy fabric of my bra. A mewling sound escapes my throat as he teases one through the fabric, sucking it into his mouth.

“You are so beautiful,” Severu says before taking my other nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.

“Please,” I beg, writhing on the bed beneath him.

His hand caresses from my hip to the hem of my skirt before skating underneath. The heat from his hand envelops my pussy as he covers my mound. My legs spread wider of their own volition, giving him better access.

His finger slips beneath the lacy boy short I’m wearing, running through the arousal gathered between my thighs. My hips lift clear off the bed from just that slight touch. My sex-starved body is already primed to go off.

“So wet,” he says. “This cunt is ripe and juicy.”

My breath stalls in my lungs. No man has ever said such filthy things to me. But that isn’t what shocks me. No, it’s the fact that his words have my pussy contracting. As his finger plunges into my heat, he stares down at me with those inky eyes.

“Show me those beautiful tits.”

The command has my channel spasming around his fingers. Eager to do exactly what he wants, I cup my breasts, drawing a hiss from him before pulling the cups down and exposing myself to his gaze. I can feel his engorged cock digging into my hip as he thrusts a second finger into my heat.

“Yes!” I arch my back.

I startle awake, not knowing where I am for a moment. My lust-addled brain takes a second to catch up, but then I remember I am in the Cammareri compound. I don’t know how long I have been asleep, but the room is shrouded in darkness. My mind screams at me to get up and get out of this house while I still have the chance. Unfortunately, my hormones are driving at the moment, and my hand slips down my body and into my jeans.

In the back of my mind, I know that this isn’t a healthy response to what I went through today. I shouldn’t be sexually aroused. And I should definitely not want to feel Severu run his hands all over my body.

“Please don’t do that.” Severus’s voice rumbles from the doorway.

Excitement skitters through my system. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me, but I don’t stop. This man has invaded my thoughts, dreams, and life. If I’m going to die, at least I won’t die completely sexually frustrated. My hand continues deeper into my jeans, pushing my thong aside until I feel my own wetness.

“Lira.” Severus’s voice holds a warning. One that I refuse to heed.

My other hand palms my breast through the t-shirt he loaned me, a soft moan escaping my throat. Suddenly, my hands are ripped from my body and pinned above my head. His body hovers over mine as he stands beside the bed. I wait to feel the sheer panic of being pinned down, but it never comes. Instead, another wave of arousal hits me, my body writhing on the mattress.

“Stop!” Severu commands harshly, and my body is eager to comply.

The bedside lamp flickers to life, illuminating his face. His hair is a mess like he’s been running his fingers through it constantly. He watches me like a hawk as though waiting for something to happen, and he doesn’t look away from my face. I struggle, trying to pull my hands from his grasp, but he only pushes me deeper into the bed.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“Does it matter?” My voice comes out husky and lust-filled.

“Yes.” His voice sounds rougher. “You went through a trauma. You were attacked and saw me viciously assault a man.”

I continue to stare at him.

“Tell me,” he says more forcefully. “I want to know what has you so worked up that you would be willing to touch yourself in front of a monster like me.” His brow furrows.

He thinks I find him repulsive. Perhaps I should. After all, I am still a cop, and I know more about him than just our two interactions would suggest. He is violent, unconscionable, and a criminal. But he is also the man who saved me tonight.

“Now, Lira!” he says.

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