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She gave several weak laughs while catching her breath. “Maybe I would of… if I wasn’t using that wad of lace.”
He laughed nice and big, kissing her, then moaning. “You made good fucking use of it. I’ll be feeling that for the next week.”
“Just so it doesn’t cost me any fucking privileges.”
Spook carried her to the single bed, kissing her as he went. By the time he lay her in it, he was hard again. “It’s time to collect your wins.”
“More fucking?”
“Yes. And your harder than ever orgasm.”
CHAPTER TEN
Cherie sucked in a breath and opened her eyes. “Samuel,” she gasped, confusion soaking her mind. She spied the contract on the table before her and let out a dreadful sigh. She’d laid her head down and passed out after crying all the tears. She’d dreamed of Samuel.OhSamuel. Her chest began to ache till her heart felt bludgeoned. She dreamed he was married to another woman and they had a child and he was the best father and husband in the world.
Her sob gushed out as she recalled him turning to her in the dream. The agony in his eyes. She’d broken him and he was just a shell, pretending. But he did it so well because he was a good man and didn’t want anybody hurt. Hiding everything from the world because there was nobody that had his back even while he had everybody’s.
Oh God, what was she doing? There was only one truth that mattered. Samuel was hers and she was his. And he was giving her the power to make it all official, test or not, game or not. She snatched up the pen and found the signature lines, signing every one of them. “You already own me,” she said around gasps. “I don’t want anybody else to own me and I never want anybody else owning you.”
The door suddenly burst open, and she shot up out of the chair, finding him there, staring at her. She ran and he caught her in his strong embrace. “I’m yours, I’m yours,” she wept. “Don’t ever leave me, Samuel, I would die, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I ever doubted you and didn’t trust you. I trust you,” she wailed as he hugged her tight andshhhhhh’din her ear. “And I love you so much!”
“I got you, Ma Cherie. I got you.” He stroked her head, kissing along the side of her face. “I’llalwaysprotect you. I’llalwayslove you. I’llalwaysadore you.” He pulled back enough to kiss her with a burning passion. “And your son.”
“Thank you,” she gasped, kissing him back. “Thank you for saving me. Thank you for picking me to love.”
He pushed her robe off and the single bed in the room found her back as he kissed her with the kind of hunger she’d craved all her life. “Own me,” she gasped, fighting to get skin to skin. His cock slid in with a power that crushed every lingering shadow, filling her up with its ecstasy. “Own me,” she begged and wept as he built that terrifying tempo only he could inside her.
That hidden man inside him broke free all over her. Oh God have mercy, what a gift, what an impossibly beautiful gift he was. And he was all hers. He loved her. And he surelyownedevery bit of her.
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Beth raced over to Sahvrin and grabbed for the knife, getting a nice gash on her hand in her efforts.
“Back up, Ma Petite,” he warned, out of breath as he continued cutting himself.
“Stop, I’ll do it! I’ll DO IT!”
“You won’t do it,” he yelled back. “You’re too fucking nice to do dirty jobs. And guess what our job requires, Belle Eveque? It requires things that are heartbreaking and fucking soul crushing.”
She hurried across the room and found the knife. “I’ll do it,” she yelled, storming back and grabbing his arm. She slowly fell to her knees next to him. “Oh God,” she whispered, the sight of his blood made her dizzy. He returned to cutting and she fought to stop him, “I’m counting the marks! Wait!”
He paused as she wiped her eyes, catching her breath. “I have to cut…nine, but there’s more than nine already.” She blocked his incoming knife hand put her blade on his arm. She slid it across his skin bringing her meal from earlier to her throat. Her breaths shook as she gripped his wrist and slid the blade over his arm again. She was getting close to the serious veins and moved to his other arm. She placed the blade on the top side of it.It’s just cuts. Shallow cuts. On her sixth one, he let out a painful sound, making her gasp. “I’m sorry,” she strained, stopping long enough to wipe the tears from her eyes. “It’s just cuts,” she whispered, blinking around the immediate return of tears. “Just two more.”
“Two more, Ma Petite,” he said softly.
His tenderness ripped a sob from her. “Sahvrin…I hate this.”
“I know baby,” he soothed, stroking her hair.
She made the eighth cut, and it felt like she dragged the knife over her heart. “Ihatehurting you,” she ground out, feeling so dirty.
“I know you do,” he whispered.
She pushed his caress away. “I can’t…I can’t feel that right now,” she wept, shuddering with sickness at what she was doing. “I need to finish.” She made her final cut and threw the knife down then buried her head in his lap, sobbing.
He pet her head and shhh’d her while she cried till her stupid guts hurt.
“It’s time to roll again, Ma Petite. You’re not done yet.”
