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“More. Harder. Faster,” I urge, wanting to wipe away the day for a few moments. Needing to free fall with him.
My heart pounds in rhythm with each thrust.
“I love you, Kohen,” I breathe, staring into his eyes. I see his need too.
“I love you too, Wildcat.” This time he doesn’t hesitate to say the words, and I feel my mouth tip into a smile.
He pumps harder, faster, his balls slapping against my ass. We stare at one another, eyes connected. I am his and he is mine.
It’s heaven.
It’s bliss.
“Come with me,” he commands.
And I do.
* * *
Sometime later,Kohen lays with me in his arms and I take a deep breath, ready to face what happened today.
To face what I did.
I killed a man.
The thought should bother me—it should scare me. But it doesn’t.
Raymond, or Tormentor, deserved to die. Not just because of what he did to me, to Fran, and to who knows how many countless other women. He deserved to die because threatened what is most important to me.
My man, and the Dirty Jackals.
“Here, I found this on Maria,” Kohen hold up his hand, my necklace dangling from his fingers.
“I never thought I’d see it again,” I murmur, taking it from him. I look at the little apple, the piece of my childhood I kept safe and tucked away with a smile.
“We found it in her pocket when we searched her.”
“What happened to her?” I ask, looking at my gorgeous man.
“I left it up to Pretty Boy. Turns out she’d been drugging him for information to feed back to the Demon Wolves. That’s how they’ve been always one step ahead.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I try to push up, but he tights his hold around me. “I’m going to fucking kill the bitch.”
“I’m pretty sure Pretty Boy already took care of that. He feels really bad for what’s happened.”
“He shouldn’t. It’s not his fault.”
“That’s what I told him.” Kohen strokes my cheek. “He’s taken a leave to get his head on straight.”
“Shit. Mimi going to be bummed.”
“Mimi?”
“Yeah, I think she has a thing for Pretty Boy, but Maria was always in the way.” I close my eyes and kiss Kohen chest and sight. “So, what now?”
“Now we figure out life, and what we want it to be.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Am I your old lady for real now?”
“You’re more than my old lady, wildcat,” he hooks a finger under my chin, bringing my face to his. “You’re the apple of my eye.”
