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“What?” I look around me, expecting the corpse beside us to be moving, but nothing. Shit. Did I really let him fuck me with a dead body in the same room? Well, saying ‘let him’ would be a lie when I was the one who was as horny as a teenager.
“You’re bleeding. Goddamnit.” I glance at what he’s looking at, and indeed, my wound is bleeding a bit.
“Just breathe, would you? It’s nothing, just a tiny bit of blood.”
He ditches his mask, and I see his ridiculously handsome face. “I?—”
“I’m going to stop you right now. If you’re going to apologise after fucking me like a whore, you better think twice.” He tries to hide his smirk with his hand, but it’s no use. Prick. “You’re either a gentleman or an arsehole. You can’t be both.”
Leaning over me, he says. “Oh, but you better believe I’ll be both. Do not forget what I told you once. You might be my goddess, my queen… but I’ll fuck you like a whore. And I’ll treat you as such. Let me remove the rope from your wrists, and let’s get you home and cleaned up.”
“What about…?” I gesture towards the lifeless body.
“I’ll call the cleaning team to take care of him. Come on, Tink. Let’s get you home.”
Chapter 20
Blakely
“Harder.” Em shouts.
It’s my first time back in the dojo since the attack. It has been a few weeks, and Bailey gave me the all-clear to go back to training without pushing it too hard. Those are her words, not mine.
I missed the sensation of the mat beneath my feet, but right now, I feel like I’m going to die from exhaustion.
“Are you kidding me?” My lungs are burning as the words leave my mouth.
“Even my five-year-old niece hits harder than you.”
“You don’t even have a niece.” I try to speak.
“Figures.” She rolls her eyes at me.
I hit and hit hard. I know her arse will hit the mat before she even touches it.
“Ouch. My arse,” she complains.
“Seriously? You ask me to hit harder, and when I do, you complain?” I ask, my breath ragged. Damn, it feels good, but it doesn’t help my burning lungs.
I hear chuckles behind me.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” Cailean asks her, still laughing as she gives him the middle finger.
“You did good. Let’s take a break,” she says as she moves to retrieve her bottle of water. I do the same, finishing it in one gulp.
“Okay, my turn,” says Cailean, taking Em’s place. “You ready for me, Angel?”
“Bring it on.”
I take my position, and my hands instinctively shield my face. I know him well, and based on his fighting habits, I’m pretty sure he’s going to come straight for my head. And bingo, he does.
Training with Cailean feels like a choreographed dance routine. We know each other, which doesn’t make it easy because we know when and where to expect the next blow. I wait patiently for the perfect opportunity to strike. Suddenly, I see my chance and deliver a powerful kick to his stomach. As he doubles over, I swiftly pivot and grab hold of his legs.
“Shit. I thought you had no strength left,” he says.
I let out a laugh, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Oh, but I’m very resourceful.”
