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“I need you now,” she gasped out while tears streamed from her eyes. “Get him out of me. Get him the fuck out of me.”

“Are you sure?” I didn’t want to cause her more harm. Not after everything she’d been through.

“Yes!” she screamed in frustration, clinging to my shirt in tight fists. “Please get him from inside of me. I can’t stop smelling him. Feeling him. Tasting him. I fucking need you to do this.”

I didn’t make her say anything more. I clutched her closer to me and kissed her neck trying to soothe her hurting soul. “I’m sorry baby,” I whispered in her ear. “Of course I’ll help you.”

Then I hardened my heart to give my woman what she asked of me, as fucked up as it was. Trauma was like that. It affected people differently. Some didn’t want to be touched. Others had different needs.

I looked at her worthless uncle as I trailed my hand down her breasts. He was beginning to wake up. I could use this moment to suit my needs. He needed a visual lesson on who Eden belonged to.

I ran a hand further down her body. Loving when she gave a feminine sigh. I was thankful that she was curvy enough that I couldn’t wrap my hand around her. Instead, I was caressing her side, then reached under her to lift her up.

She clung to me as I carried her to the bed.

I laid her on the comforter and followed her down. I started kissing her neck and caressing her breasts, then used my mouth to lick and suck on the hardened nipples.

A small groan released out of her mouth. But only I heard it. It was just for me. My own orchestra of passion. She was rubbing her hands across my chest, grinding her pussy into the bulge that was near busting through my pants. She whispered encouraging words about how good I felt, how much she needed this.

I slipped a hand between us, using my thumb to circle around her swelling clitoris. My fingers explored the slick folds, and then delved into her hot cunt. I used the heel of my upturned palm to massage her pussy while I made come-hither motions inside her tight channel to stimulate her G-spot.

Eden shuddered and moaned in my ear, grabbing my neck to gain leverage. She ground harder onto my fingers, as if to get me to go deeper and harder.

I thrust further inside of her, fucking her with curved digits to make sure that sick son-of-a-bitch left nothing inside of my woman. She was mine, and I would be damned if I allowed that piece of shit to make her feel tainted. I’d cover her in my cum until she didn’t know the feel or smell or taste of any other man but me.

She exploded, screaming my name as she reached her pinnacle. I could feel her walls gripping tightly onto my fingers then her cum flooding her pussy. I kept going, worshipping her breasts, making sure to lick, suck and finger-fuck her until she went limp with exhaustion.

I climbed on my knees, released my erection from my pants, stroked it a few times, and came on her stomach and pussy. As I stood to tuck myself in, Eden was whispering “thank you, thank you,” over and over as she rubbed my ejaculate into her stomach and breasts, and used her other hand to knead it into her pussy, as if to shove deep inside her channel.

“Now you’re full of me.” I gave her a small kiss on her lips.

Leaving her panting on the bed, I rose up to deal with the fucker who’d hurt her. “See? She comes perfectly for one man. Me. And you? Oh, I’m going to enjoy fucking hurting you for touching what is mine.”

Darren was crying. “What are you going to do?

“You will pay for taking what is mine.” I unsheathed my knife. “I’m going to torture you, kill you, then burn this place down to the fucking ground.”

“No,” Eden said from the bed. “You can’t.”

I drew in a breath, seeking help from beyond before looking over my shoulder at her. “And why not?”

She shuddered in revulsion. “I want him dead, but his victims’ families deserve to have their justice. He’s the serial killer hunting the women on campus.”

I tilted my head, taking in my broken queen, glistening with our passion. She was right. If I took his life now, all these families wouldn’t be able to face him in court and find closure for themselves and their loved ones…

Though, I bet I could torture the location of the bodies out of him.

Eden, retrieving a sheet to cover herself, touched my arm. “Baby.”

She could calm me just with a look. That was how much power she wielded over me. And I didn’t want her to feel like I was disregarding her feelings. “It is only my love for you that is staying my hand. I’ll let him live.”

“I understand.” She gave me a kiss. “Thank you.”

I melted. But he still needed to feel my wrath.

“I will keep him breathing. That is all I can give to you, my love. If you want to stay and watch, then stay. Otherwise—” I cut myself off not wanting to scare her.

“I’m staying,” she breathed.

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