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“Theo, let’s go,” my angel whispers to me from somewhere in the distance.
My business with him isn’t finished. “—if I so much as suspectanything, have no doubt the recording on my phone will find its way to the police. In case they don’t lock you up,Iwill come for you.I’llfind out where you live, where you hang out. You’ll have to constantly look over your shoulder. To wonder real fucking hard whether the liquor you’re about to gulp on or the food you eat are poisoned. Do you hear what I’m saying to you?”
The mustard color on his face changes into white. His mouth quivers.
I have him.
“Good thing we reached an understanding,” I growl before getting up.
Prue—who came to my rescue just as fiercely as I came to hers—jumps into my arms. In my peripheral vision, I see the phones.
Then I hear them clapping and cheering.
A part of me should be relieved no one thinks I’m a monster. I sure as fuck don’t want to move to another city again, away from Prue.
She matters. She’s important. Her health, both her body and mind, are important. That’s why I’m relieved.
I pick her up, and her legs wrap around me.
“Ready to go home, Three?” Her blush makes me bold. Makes me forget about the shit in my past, because somehow, I’m confident she’ll embrace it. That she might even love it. “Or better yet, Five?”
“Still Three.” Prue’s warmth seeps into my body, calming the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “But yes, let’s go home. And also…”
She leans in closer, her lips brushing my ear. “Yes?”
Her soft breaths harden my cock. The caresses of her hands on my nape are as if she’s stroking my heart.
“I’m sofuckingdesperate to show you how grateful I am. My body is yours, Dr. Wentworth. You’re free to do as you will.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Prue
Oneofthefirstthings I notice about Theo’s apartment is how barren the space is of his presence.
I’d have imagined dark, heavy wood furniture to match the leather sofas. To smell remnants of the fresh paint because he’d chosen a dark shade of brown for the walls.
A photo from his graduation, maybe?
Yet there’s none of it.
Maybe he’s been too wrapped up in work to complete any renovations.
Oh, to hell. Why do I wonder about the décor of his apartment?
I don’t.
Because once the click on Theo’s lock snaps behind me, there’s only him.
He’s on me in a second, one hand curled around my nape in a vise grip, the other digging into my hips.
“So beautiful.” Theo pushes me into the wall, slamming my back against it. “My Prue. Mine.”
I’m not scared of his explosive energy, of the vein pulsing in his throat. He takes up the entire air around me, and I thrive being suffocated under his dominating control.
His menacing aura is a show of affection. The shadow he casts on me is a declaration that he’ll never leave my side.
I’m the little bird he traps in his predatorial claws, and I’m intoxicated in the trap he’s made especially for me. I want more of him, more of the heady feeling he exudes.
