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Once she came down from her high, I climbed over her languid body and wiped my lips on her shirt. My hands grabbed her top, and I tore it from her body. She immediately covered her chest, and her cheeks turned a ruddy hue. “Shy?”
“I just don’t want you to think I’m crazy…”
“What do you mean?” I cocked my head to the left and gently pulled at her wrist, trying to see what she was hiding from me. What I saw made me feel undeserving and cocky. Under her right breast was a beautiful tattoo of a phoenix. The bird was rising from orange flames that danced on her skin. “When did you do this?” I asked softly. I’d been keeping tabs on her but never once saw this.
“A few months after you left. Sunshine and I got them together.”
I didn’t want to cry, but seeing my namesake mark her beautiful skin did something to me. I ran my tongue across the ink, worshipping her devotion to me. “I love you, Grace. I’ll love you for however long they’ll let me.”
She grabbed my chin and lifted up off the mattress to stare at me.
“Don’t let them decide how long this lasts. Fight for forever, Nix.”
I settled at the apex of her thighs and slowly slid inside of her. She whimpered at my large cock. I knew she was tired and sore, but she didn’t seem to care. She wanted sleep, she wanted rest, and she wanted time to understand all of this. But more so, I knew that Grace Moretti wanted toache.She wanted to feel every throbbing inch of me deep within her, pounding, punishing, and pulsing with need. I wanted to drain her of doubts and for there to be nothing left inside the shell of her soul but my dick.
Her face flushed red. Those rosy cheeks, parted cherry lips, and wide eyes were so picturesque. Our bodies flowed like a lazy river. Slow. Steady. Settled. I didn’t want it to end. But there was still power there. There was still a divine force bringing us both to the edge. Her slick thighs coated my skin. I noticed every detail. The miniscule chip in her front tooth. The bead of sweat slipping down her temple. The peach color of her pert nipples. The long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks as her eyes slammed shut and she cried out.
The room was a barren basement. One bed. Tile floors. Stark white walls. But she looked like contemporary art, splashes of color and movement and a design that stayed with you. “You look so beautiful,” I whispered, mostly because awe was something I wasn’t used to anymore. I didn’t know I was capable of holding something so precious. She glistened. Melted. Her limbs wrapped around my body like she couldn’t stand the breath of distance between our chests.
And when she came, it was exquisite. Priceless. She pulsed with a vibrant, rare burst of love. I spilled my longing into her on a scream. And I didn’t remove myself. Even when our breathing slowed. Even when the veil of reality was lifted from our lusty eyes. Even when I was soft inside of her. I held her close, and in the end, Grace cried.
Chapter Thirteen
Alessandro
John tapped on the kitchen tabletop with the tips of his fingers. The world was his keyboard. I’d expected awkwardness when we first met. John had been a friend of mine for so long that he knew more about me than most, but meeting in person had its disadvantages. Online, we read everything we typed to one another as fact. There was no room for misinterpretation with such a careful yet communicative person. Here, I could read his body language. The nervous way he fidgeted. The way he opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but was unsure if he should.
"Spit it out," I said before picking up the flat white coffee his wife had made with their fancy espresso machine and taking a sip. There was something magical about Australian coffee. Nothing in the world tasted quite like it. "Don't start holding back on me now." I gave John a mischievous but challenging look. If I was being honest, I wanted to talk about it all, but I needed him to bring it up first. I was too much of a coward to do it myself.
"So Nix, huh?" he asked. His question was tentative and testing, like taking the first risky step on a frozen pond. Leave it to John to not ask about the evil group chasing us down or why my back was covered in burns and why his wife had to apply a cream to it. No, he wanted to know about my personal life. It was the one topic of conversation I preferred to have online.
"I've told you about him before." I'd told John about pretty mucheverything. Our online relationship was unique and special. There was no judgment, no boundaries. We shared our sins, our likes, dislikes, preferences, and a healthy dose of jokes. He knew how brokenhearted I'd been when Nix broke up with me. He knew that I hated watching Grace. Then, I suppose he knew when I stopped hating Grace. John was one presence in my life I deeply treasured.
John nodded. "Andyou told me about Grace. You two seem closer."
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. John was baiting me. He wanted to know when I finally pulled my head out of my ass and accepted that Grace was going to be a part of my life for good. I took my time answering his question and looked over at his wife, Kaydence, who was working in the living room. She had her headphones over her ears, and her nimble fingers were flying away on the keyboard of her MacBook. I knew she wouldn't eavesdrop, but this wasn't a conversation I wanted just anyone hearing. "I love Grace. We've been through a lot together."
"Do you love her enough to give up on Nix?" John asked.
"I'm not sure. Love isn't quantifiable, huh? It feels more like a list of hard limits and compromises."
John smiled to himself while looking over at Kaydence. "It's more infinite than that." His whimsical nature made me want to throttle him.
"So you'd share your wife with your best friend?" I asked, eyebrows raised in challenge.
"No." John's snappy response felt validating in a way. "But if I had to adapt. If I had to choose between her happiness and mine, I'd choose hers. If I had to choose between having her or not, I'd choose to have her. And if I could train myself to find a sense of happiness that way, I'd try. I'd fight for whatever I could with her. I'd do anything for my wife. I guess you need to decide if Nix is the type of person you could do anything for, too. Hell, you chased him across the world."
"Is it fucked up that I wanted to be picked? I wanted someone to choose me."
"You're still being chosen, mate. Just not in the way you wanted."
I let out a sigh and rolled my neck. I hated knowing that Nix and Grace were reuniting right under my feet. I also hated the rope of jealousy wrapping itself around my heart. Seeing Grace upset was killing me. But seeing her happy hurt more. This was such a fucked up situation, and I hated that I didn't know how to navigate it all.
"Alright. I won't make you talk about this much longer; there's something else we need to discuss. You know I love you, right?" John asked. "You're my best mate. But you can't stay here long."
I knew this was coming. "I wasn't planning on it," I assured him. When push came to shove, John would protect his wife. He’d let us stay here for a day or two, but we needed to get moving quickly. I didn't want anything to happen to them because of me. "I don't want to put you at risk. I debated on coming here in the first place, but my options were limited."
"Ah, we can handle ourselves. But I don't like sitting ducks in my pond. I'll get you some gear. Kaydence will take care of Grace, and we will send you off with a fighting chance. I've been trying to look into this group ever since you told me about them. What I found is bad, Alessandro. If you've got powerful friends, I suggest you shack up with them. It'll take an army to protect yourself. And even then, you probably won't win. I found hits. Trafficking. They all use the term Ringleader. It’s like a cult. A very powerful, very rich, very evil cult."
