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“What?” he choked out.
“You have this crippling sense of doubt that I couldn’t possibly love you, and it destroys me.” He kissed my cheek as tears streamed down my face. “I’m desperate for you, Leo. Please believe in us.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
My heart sank to my stomach, and I stepped back from his grip. “You’re killing me.”
“It’s killing me, too. What do you want from me? Maybe I just don’t love you enough to share. Maybe it’s just not enough.”
“You don’t love me?” I asked, my throat closing. I knew this was a possibility when I went on this journey, but it still cut me deep. “What more can I do? You have to have faith that you are important to me—that I love you.”
“How can it be special if you give the same damn thing to two other men, Christine?” he roared. “Love doesn’t work like that!”
His outburst made me deflate. There was so much lingering between us, but I felt like there was never going to be a happy ending for us. “I’m sorry I asked so much of you, so much that you couldn’t give. I’m sorry I fell in love with you.” I fell to my knees and sobbed. “I know it’s not enough and that it’s not enough for you, but it’s still there.”
“We were doomed from the beginning, Christine. It doesn’t make sense. You’re having a fucking baby with someone else.”
“It could also be your baby, too! We could all raise this child together!” I screamed. “I can’t do this anymore, Leo. You’re not willing to fight for us, so I’m done.”
“I can’t do this anymore either, so I guess we’re both letting each other go,” he said quietly. I stood up and ripped my clothes off, one article of clothing after another, the anger boiling inside of me with each passing second.
“Christine, sex isn’t going to fix this,” Leo sighed.
I glared at him, fury radiating from me. “I’m not naive enough to think that it will, Leo. But if you’re going to give up on us and throw away all the moments we shared…then I at least deserve a good goodbye.”
“Christine—” He cut me off before I could finish, but I wouldn’t let it stop me.
“You’re telling me that you don’t love me anymore and that I can’t force you to feel something,” I spat out each word, my voice thick and angry. “So if this is really it, there’s nothing else left to do but make this last moment count.”
I stepped toward him as August and Atticus slunk into the room to see what was going on. Atticus ran his voracious gaze over my body, while August seemed to find amusement in the situation.
“Do you want us to leave?” Atticus crooned.
August looked hungrily at me. “I would love to find out what thoughts are passing through that mind of yours.”
My voice was dripping with vitriol as I spoke. “Come in.”
Rage coursing through my veins as I glared at Leo. “Come on,” I snarled, nostrils flaring. “Since you can’t decide whether you love me or not, why don’t you show me goodbye the only way you know how? Fuck me with no regard for my feelings, take what you want and then leave. Just like that.”
“Christine,” Leo growled.
My vitriol spilled out in a rush of venomous words. “Is this the part where you leave me for the last time?” I growled. “Tonight you can take everything from me.” I savagely unfastened my bra with trembling fingers, and it slipped to the ground.
August and Atticus stalked in, their eyes captivated by my rage. I was incensed. I was livid. But before Leo would go, they would all get a taste of my wrath. I wanted him to feel my pain and indignation. I wanted him to be crippled by having ever considered leaving me.
August and Atticus stopped at the edge of the bed, and they both watched me with hunger in their eyes. I walked over to them and shoved my hand in Atticus’s pants, making him gasp. “Yes, Little Monster. Show him what he’s missing.”
My movements were feral, my skin burning with rage as they both touched me, exploring my body with anxious hands. My lips bit into August’s, punishing him as he kissed me back, eager to feel the extent of my ire. Every thrust of my tongue brought a new surge of fury until I screamed.
August kissed my shoulder, his hands slipping over my breasts to tease my nipples. I moaned as Atticus pulled his cock out of his pants so I had easier access.
“Do you want to go, Leo?” I spat, my voice seething with hatred.
Leo let out a wild growl. “What the actual fuck, Christine. Is this really what you’re after?”
I shot him a deadly look. “Say goodbye, Leo,” I snapped.
No one said a word; instead, I slowly sank onto my knees and engulfed Atticus’s hardening cock in my mouth. I savored the salty taste and ran my tongue around the tip as August and Atticus both groaned in unison. I grabbed both of my breasts firmly and circled my nipples with my thumbs. When I looked up, I saw August rubbing himself through his trousers. If looks could kill, Leo would have been dead.
