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They’ve taken every ounce of dignity, ever scrap of privacy.
We have to get out of here.
“They killed Boyd,” he whispers. “Fuck…they killed him—”
“They didn’t,” I reply. “I heard from my pack. He got our message out.”
Javi bows his head against my shoulder.
“Thank God,” he murmurs.
“I don’t know when they’re coming,” I whisper. “But they will. I believe they will.”
He grazes his teeth over my bite mark and brushes butterfly kisses into the curve of my neck. I moan softly, but he presses his finger to my lips.
“They want you punished,” he says. “Not pleasured. They don’t want me to love you.”
I take his hand and roll my hips, and his brow furrows at the pressure. “We’ll have to do a better job pretending, then,” I whisper.
I suck his finger into my mouth and he inhales sharply.
“Don’t make a sound, Peach,” he mumbles.
I nod.
“I’ll do my best.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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JAVI
Seeing those awful things today made me feel like nothing could ever be right in the world—that I would have to treat her badly when I came back, just to keep her safe.
But being with Peaches again…I melt.
I can’t pretend I don’t love her.
I lose myself in her as she sucks my finger into her mouth, her big brown eyes hooded, her eyelashes fluttering. Peaches works her tongue around me with the enthusiasm of someone who’s never done a lot of this before, tasting my skin like it’s her first time—because it is.
I can’t believe I’m lucky enough that she chose me, of all people, to be her one and only.
I don’t deserve this…I don’t deserve her.
I take my hand away and start to move down her body, ready to pleasure her like I prefer, but she reaches up to grab hold of my hair, keeping me still. She looks mystified by the two of us together, like she’s still trying to understand how we could be here together, how we’ve fallen in love. I get it—I feel the same way—but I’m still surprised by what she says next.
“I want to make you feel good,” she whispers.
I lean down to kiss her. “Youdomake me feel good,” I growl.
She huffs out a quiet laugh. “Not like that. Like…roll over.”
I do what she asks, getting on my back. I’m still fully dressed, but she’s just in a skimpy little white dress, the thin fabric showing off every inch of her freckled skin and curves. She keeps her eyes on me as she spreads her legs and straddles my thighs, then as she unbuttons my jeans and unzips them. My cock springs out, always ready for her, and I wait for her to ride me.
But she doesn’t.
She wraps her hand around me and strokes up and down, her touch light. I prop myself on my elbows to watch her, tempted to grab her and bury myself inside her.
