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He doesn’t look at me, just nods his head as I reach ten seconds. By fifteen, the tears let loose, and I need to hear him say it. “Use your words, baby, you gonna make it?”
He locks his jaw, and his thigh is trembling in my grip as his hands fist the sheets. “I got this,” he says, although he doesn’t sound confident.
When I reach twenty seconds I truly don’t know if he can take the next ten. I slow my movements slightly but keep up the pressure. At twenty-five he tries to pull away and I let him.
“You’re almost there, baby. You can do this. Stay still for me.” His jerking becomes almost violent, and it’s delivering me my own form of torture as he moves with me still inside him. But watching him squirm like that under me is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed from him.
Three. Two. One left. He makes eye contact with me as I give him the final stroke and as soon as I release him, he begins to cry. Not just the tears like earlier. He lets it all out. The hurt he’s been feeling, the sting of betrayal, the consequences of his actions.
I pull out of him slowly before laying next to him and cocooning him tightly in my arms. He turns to bury his face in my chest, and my heart finally stops aching so damn much.
He’s letting it go.
After a few minutes he stops, but his arms don’t loosen around me. I kiss his forehead and use my fingers to tilt his face up to mine. The kiss is soft and sweet, a reminder that no matter what happens, I will still love him. And just like he knew I needed space after our first go at this, I know he’s the exact opposite.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell him as I slip free from his hold. His arms fall to the bed, seeming to have no energy left in his body as he stares off into space.
First, I go to the kitchen and grab us some water and a bag of beef jerky for D. Then, I head to the large bathtub and fill it with warm water and lavender Epsom salts. I light a few candles so the harsh lights can be turned off, then I go and get the man I love from my bed.
He looks like he’s nearly asleep but when I take his hand in mine, he pushes up on his own. No words are spoken as I guide him to the tub and support him while he steps in. He sinks back and for a second, I think about getting between his legs. But the most important part about playing the role of a Dom is having the ability to see what your partner needs, and Damien needs me.
I grab a bottle of massage oil and move him so I can slide in behind him. Water splashes over the edges of the tub as we find our place, him in my arms for a change. I put some of the oil in my hands and begin to rub circles into his shoulders. His breathing seems to regulate, and I pass him a water bottle. He drinks it all greedily, so I give him another. When he finishes with that, I pass him the beef jerky.
He tears into the bag without a word. When he’s finished and I'm done rubbing the knots from his shoulders, I pull him to my chest and wrap my arms around him.
“Thank you,” he says in a soft whisper. “I didn’t know what to do.”
He sounds defeated, and I’m sure he feels like it too. So I tell him what he needs to hear.
“I forgive you, and I love you,” I say as I turn him in my arms so he can see in my eyes how much I mean it. Tears form in his again, but he holds them back as he regains his strength.
I help him out of the bath when the water starts to turn cold. I take my time drying him, appreciating every beautiful curve of muscle he has. I pat his hands dry carefully before getting some cream to apply to the split knuckles. We are both practically crawling into bed by the time we finish.
Damien turns to face me, kissing my cheek and whispering in my ear, “I love you too.” before his eyes succumb to the exhaustion.
As I drift off, I feel like maybe, just maybe things are about to get a little better. Only to be very wrong when I wake up.
Chapter 6
Approaching Evie’s room, I find Havoc standing guard by the door. I still don’t know how this fucker managed to escape the shed, but he clearly has no intentions of going anywhere and he only adds extra eyes on our girl. Damien is still in there with Evie, so I decide to set some boundaries with this man before things go further.
“We need to talk,” I say in a hushed tone as I approach, not wanting to wake Evie if she’s managed to fall asleep.
“I’m not leaving. You can talk right here,” Havoc says.
I roll my eyes at his dramatics as I respond. “The island is still on lockdown, and we are just going to the room next to hers.”
He looks around at the nurses skeptically but eventually relents. The man looks like a mess in a tank top and jeans. His hair is disheveled, and he clearly hasn’t slept much since he arrived two days ago.
We walk into the room and the second I shut the door, I turn on him. All the pieces fell into place the moment we found out about the tracker, but I need to know how much Havoc found.
“Is everything you said true? He set her up to fail the challenge?” Just the thought that we didn’t earn the title we’ve been given makes my jaw clench. I ball my fists, trying to count as my perfectly manicured nails dig into the palm of my hand because I know the answer before the words ever leave his lips.
“Yes.”
It’s all I need to lose control at the moment. I’ve been on edge for two days now. She hasn’t let me back in to touch her or hold her since she first woke up. So, just the thought that everything that happened during her challenge was a setup has me breaking down. I turn and hit the wall with so much force I feel my knuckles crack under the pressure.
Havoc doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch. His face is hard and cold, like just the thought of what I’m angry about doesn’t even scratch the surface of the things her uncle has done to her. But I need to know.
