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Sometimes,I wonder if Delilah deserved to die for what she did, but then I remember that she literally pointed a fucking gun at me. She was ready to kill me, and if she didn’t, then that bastard would have.
“She was just using you?” Raine asks. She’s sitting up in the armchair now, hugging her legs to her chest and looking at me with wide, sad eyes.
I nod. “Are you scared, little doe?”
She looks between Dad and me and swallows. “Yes,” she whispers honestly.
“But do you understand why you can’t leave now?”
“It’s not like you were going to let me leave before,” she points out.
She’s right. We’ve had no intention of letting her go, and now that she knows what we’ve done, she’ll have to stay here.
“If it’s any consolation,” Dad says gently, “those hearts aren’t real. They were at first, but you can only keep preserved hearts for so long. The ones you saw are just replicas.”
“Are any of them real?”
“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. So, what do we do now?” she asks.
Dad gets off the couch and goes to kneel in front of Raine. “That’s entirely up to you, sweetheart. You can keep trying to find a way out and suffer the consequences, or you can let us take care of you. We’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again.”
Her sharp intake of breath lets me know she was unaware of our knowledge of her life. It bothered me that I couldn’t find anything else about her father, so I did some more digging and found her address. When Dad and I pulled up to the dumpster of a house, I almost turned around because I thought I was in the wrong place. No way was a former corporate asshole living in that place, but when Denver Ford answered the door, there was no mistaking the resemblance between him and his daughter.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t the piss-poor excuse for a man that stood before me. His stringy hair was disheveled, and he reeked of alcohol, but he had the same brown eyes as Raine. Dull and full of anger compared to her warm ones, but I could still see her in them.
“He was the one who gave you those bruises, wasn’t he?” She wraps her arms around herself and nods. “Why didn’t you tell us your dad was abusing you, Raine?” I ask, not unkindly or accusatory, but I want to know.
She shrugs. “I guess I just didn’t see any point in mentioning it. How did you find out?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I say sharply. “All that matters is he won’t be able to hurt you anymore.”
She nods. “Right, because I can’t leave here. Got it.”
Oh, little doe, how innocent you are.
If she wants to believe that’s the reason, I'll let her have it. I don’t need to tell her that we made sure the bastard suffered before we ended his life.
Chapter 25
RAINE
It starts raining laterin the day, so Micah and I sit by the fire in the armchair and watch the storm. At first, I was just lying on him with my head on his chest, legs tangled together underneath a big cozy blanket, but now his fingers dig into my hips as I ride him. His light blue eyes are intense as he watches me bounce on his dick.
“Oh, God,” I breathe heavily, gripping the arms of the chair.
Micah tips his head back and moans. The sound goes straight to my clit and makes it pulse with need. I put my hands on his chest to keep myself upright as he starts pounding me from underneath.
“Fuck, little doe,” he grits out. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. Soperfect.”
He puts his thumb in my mouth, and I wet the tip with my tongue before taking it deeper. His eyes roll back as I lick and suck his thumb. I close my eyes and imagine it’s Judas’s thick cock I'm sucking instead.
As if reading my thoughts, Judas runs his fingers through my hair and plants small, soft kisses to my spine. His clothes are off, and he presses his erect cock against my lips. I dip my tongue out and start licking the precum from his red head.
He hisses and jerks his hips forward, a silent warning to suck before I pay for making him wait. I look up at him with the most innocent eyes I can muster and practically inhale his cock.
He groans as I run my tongue along the underside of his member. Every time Micah thrusts into me, it pushes me down farther onto Judas’s member.
