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The bone-deep, soul-sure demonic realisation that I would do absolutely anything for this woman.
I’d turn homicidal.
Suicidal.
My survival hinged entirely on hers, and if that meant slaughtering thousands, so be it.
She moaned and fought me, turning our kiss into something only a devil would like.
She ground herself on my cock, her hands dropping from my cheeks and fumbling against my zipper.
Grabbing her around the hips, I rolled and pinned her beneath me.
I dry-humped against her, hissing at the lingering pain from her knee.
Her diligent little hands kept working, and the sound of my shorts coming undone echoed far too loudly around us.
Common sense screamed into my ears.
Jack and Anna.
If they found us like this...
“Neri. Fuck, Neri. Wait. We can’t—”
Her tongue silenced me.
I kissed her savagely back. Our noses nudging, our teeth clacking. “Your parents are—” Kiss and nip and lick. “—down the hall.”
“They’re doing exactly what we’re doing. They don’t have a clue.” She moaned into my mouth and shoved her hand into my boxer-briefs. “You’re the one who started this.” She sucked my bleeding bottom lip into her mouth. “So finish it.”
I almost came as she fisted me.
My hips drove into her palm against my control, and the blistering ripple of a release quickly centred in my very bruised balls. “Neri—”
“Be fast.” Her hand stopped driving me insane, slipping between us to shove her knickers to the side. “Be quiet.” Her legs curled over my hips and lashed tightly at the ankles, directly above my ass.
She trapped me against the hottest, wettest part of her, but my shorts were still in the way. “Neri. I can’t. I’m—”
“Do it, Aslan. Please. I’m begging—”
“I’ll give you what you want if you stop squeezing the life out of me with your damn thighs, canim. I need to shove my pants dow—”
“Okay, kids. Dinner’s ready—” The door swung wide.
Jack stepped, Jack tripped, Jack broke.
Every emotion that a human could feel played over his face in the fastest second as his gaze fell on me between his daughter’s legs, the pillows all over the floor, the broken mosquito net, Neri’s tears, our rumpled clothing, and worst of all...the bruises and condemning wounds on Neri’s wrists.
“No...” Jack stumbled, his fancy suit a mockery of the mayhem he’d walked in on. His exclamation was just a breath. A prayer really, begging his eyes that this wasn’t real. He clung to the wall as he saw a re-enactment of what Neri had gone through with another man on another night.
“Dad...” Neri choked beneath me.
I shoved off her and leaped woozily to my feet, hastily rezipping my shorts. “Jack...it’s not. I didn’t. I meant to tell you—” The beer, the fight, the lust—it all swarmed my senses, and I didn’t see Jack’s punch until it landed squarely against my jaw.
I spun with his force.
I bounced off Neri’s bed.
