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A dark chuckle rumbles from his lips as he presses firmly to my back. “You do not move until I return. All you may do is breathe and wait.”
Heated knots pull at my insides. Even in this cruel, dark game, I can’t help but want him. My pussy clenches around his retreating finger, and I have to hold in my moan as he wipes my arousal on my already soaked thighs.
A tremor rolls through me as he traces back up my body, his hand flattening on my belly.
With a sigh he trails his chin down my nape to my shoulder as he growls low with the scratch of his stubble, “So fucking soft…so supple.”
Another knock sounds, and as if my memory has conjured him, Freddie’s voice sounds through the thick wood.
“We’re waiting!”
Stepping back, he straightens to his full height, his eyes never leaving the gap in the shirt where my tummy peeks through.
“Breathe and wait.” He laughs as he walks to the door, turning before he opens it. “It’s like déjà vu.”
As if my body wasn’t already wound tight with the game he’s playing, my insides scorch at the memory of the one time I tried to refuse him what he wanted. The way he tortured me with his hands. Teasing, taunting, promising…he pushed and pushed until I was nothing but an open flame in the palm of his hand.
He worked me up and then made me wait hours until he followed through and delivered me of the agonising ache inside me. His ache. My violent need for him.
The need eating at my every cell as he leaves me burning for him.
Chapter 28
Christopher
The lounge is quiet as I step out of the bedroom. Anger and frustration ribbons around all my other spiralling senses. They spin, knotting like DNA. Strand for strand. Rung to rung. They meld until my entire being is vibrating, screaming for me to rid of the two men waiting for me.
What are they doing here?
Casper and Freddie are both looking at me with confused expressions. Like I’m a stranger. Or maybe like I have morphed into something they don’t recognise.
You have.
We all have.
We’re all strangers trying to hold on to what’s left of the people bound together by duty, friendship, brotherhood, and blood…
The voice in my head nags at me with guilt for pushing Arabella. For leaving her. For being a bastard when any other man would be doting and docile.
Leo was right.
That’s not what she needs.
And her words from earlier come back to flay my soul, tearing my insides with loath at myself for how I’ve fumbled to do the right thing by the normal standards the world demands.
You looked at me with your whole world broken in your eyes.
My whole world is broken. Because she is my world. And I won’t rest until she realises that. Until she realises that we aren’t two people bound together.
We are one existence.
Her soul is my soul.
Her heart is my heart.
Her blood is my blood.
The clearing of a throat drags me from my thoughts, but I’m still in that room with her.
