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“Oh, fuck.” That does me in. As I come, I lean down and slam my mouth to hers. I bite her bottom lip, groaning at her whimper. Her pain will always bring me pleasure.
“Kellan,” she gasps as I begin to come down. She’s pulling at my arm, and I realize my fingers are wrapped tightly around her throat.
“Shit.” I rip my hand away. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no.” But she’s rubbing at the sides of her neck, and her voice is trembling. “I could still breathe, it just reminded me of…”
My stomach drops.Fuck.“I’m sorry.” I lower my head until my nose brushes against hers. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”
“I’m okay,” she says as her hands fist the material of my shirt. “Really. Just… could you…”
“What?”
Her eyes flick away for a second, and I can just make out a light blush on her cheeks. “Can you just hold me for a second?”
“Of course,ma belle,”I murmur. Gently, I roll us so we’re on our sides facing each other. I snake an arm around her as she buries her face in my chest.
Cuddling after sex is far from my thing, but everything seems to be different with Athelia. She’s who I’ve wanted for years—so close yet untouchable, but always on my mind. I’m pretty sure I’d do anything if she was the one who asked me to do it. The weird thing, though?
I don’t think I mind.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Athelia
I smile into Kellan’s shoulder as he presses a soft, apologetic kiss to the top of my head. He completely fell for it.
Sure, his grip around my throat was a little tight, but that’s how I like it. The second he did it, though, I knew it was the perfect way to see how much I have him wrapped around my finger.
Apparently, the answer iscompletely.
All it took was me acting a little traumatized, and his hardness melted like ice left outside on a summer day. He’s cuddling me, for fuck’s sake. Even when we were eighteen, he didn’t do that much.
Ever since Wes killed Professor Kammes, all three of them have been gentler with me. Kinder. It’s made it easier for me to pretend to let my guard down.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been embedding myself in their lives piece by piece. I don’t think any of them suspect a thing—they’re just happy that I’m finally going along with their plans.
I’ve gotten some stuff out of it, too. Mainly orgasms, but also some really good food. Apparently, Cal loves cooking, and he’s happy to have another person around to taste test his new recipes.
So far, everything is coming along spectacularly. All I have to do is keep up the ruse until Christmas break, and then I’ll have my revenge. Considering how head-over-heels Kellan is acting, I’m already doing great. He’s literally trying to wipe the dirt and smeared makeup off my face with his sleeve.
“You don’t have to do that,” I mutter, grabbing his wrist. A shiver passes through me. I’m mostly naked, and it’s freezing without the sun.
“I’m the one who made you into a mess,” he replies. “I think it’s only fitting that I should be the one to fix you up.”
I can’t help my laugh. Five minutes ago, he was calling me his whore and telling me I wasn’t allowed to come. The contrast is too comical.
Rolling his eyes, Kellan gets up and pulls me to my feet. It takes a while to find my clothes in the dark, but eventually I’m fully clothed again. Kellan tries to straighten me up, threading his fingers through my tangled hair.
“I miss when your hair was green,” he says as he tucks it behind my ear.
“So do I.” The words come out sounding hollow. I look away, not having to fake the pain I know is visible on my face.
“Why did you dye it back to brown?”
“He made me,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut at the memory. “He preferred natural hair colors, and I was too scared of what he’d do if I disobeyed.”
Earlier, I wasn’t faking how uncomfortable I was at Kammes’s funeral. All I wanted to do was get as far away from his casket as possible, even if it was closed.
