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Grabbing her around the hips, I flipped her onto her back and wedged my entire length over her.

Her eyes burned into mine.

Her cheeks shot red and the bruises on her wrists sent my temper raging. “I hate that you hurt yourself. Fucking hate it.”

“My body. Not yours.” She struck me in the chest, again and again.

I ducked my head to protect myself, unwittingly giving her space to squirm free again. Somehow, she got to her feet and stomped on my chest, shoving me onto my back.

The booze in my system made me sloppy and sick.

I groaned as I looked up at her.

I felt fucking undone, not human.

I wanted her to finish the job, to put me out of my six years of misery, but then the frenzied ferocity faded from her eyes.

And she blinked.

She returned from whatever hellhole she’d been fighting from and tripped back a step. Shaking her head, she wrapped her hands over her mouth as she studied me bruised and battered on the floor. “Oh my God.”

I winced as I sat up on my elbows, keeping my legs spread, kicking aside a shell-shaped cushion. “Now do you see, hayatim? Now do you trust?” I probed my bleeding bottom lip with my tongue, hissing under my breath. “I didn’t hold back. You beat me, fair and square. You are strong enough. So fucking strong—”

With a sharp cry, Neri threw herself on top of me.

Her hands clamped on my sweaty cheeks, and she sat heavily on my straining, bruised erection, her black dress fanning around my hips.

I grunted at the fresh onslaught of pain.

I couldn’t catch a breath as she dropped her head and crushed her mouth to mine.

I groaned as her tongue dove deep, claiming me, leashing me...

I didn’t stand a fucking chance.

All the tension.

All the need.

It erupted into ice-hot flames, poured fuel on our twisted fire, and shoved us headfirst into lunacy.

I kissed her back.

She cried out, driving me further into chaos, her tongue wild, her hips undulating on mine.

We kissed stupidly hard.

Violent and messy, deep and dirty.

We forgot about everything.

Where we were.

Who we were.

We were frantic and filthy, driven by primal instincts to join, to bond, to fuse so tightly together, we could never be unfused, never be apart, never feel the same horrid helplessness infecting both of us.

The blackness within my soul billowed in size. The depression within my mind blew through me on waves of alcohol. They tried to drown me, but they were nothing, nothing, compared to the disease Neri caused.

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