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LANDON
“Just like that,” I murmured, grasping Imani’s waist and watching her above me.
She placed her hands on my bare chest and bucked her hips back and forth on my dick, her pussy tightening harder and harder with every damn moment that passed. I reached up and tugged on her nipples poking out through her white tank top.
After Kai had brought Ana home and João decided to stay at the hospital tonight, Imani and I went back to her place. Her mother had gone home an hour before us, so sneaking into her house had been easy.
Not that I would’ve really cared if Imani’s mom had found me.
“More,” she whispered. “Give me more.”
Seizing her hips, I held them steady and pounded up into her. With her brows furrowed, she parted her lips and let out a quiet moan, her legs quivering around me. She slipped a hand between her legs to rub her clit.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered, her other fingers digging into my chest. “Landon.”
I gripped her tighter, my dick fucking swelling inside her, and slammed up into her one last time, coming deep in her pussy. She slapped a hand over her mouth and moaned loudly into it, her pussy pulsing over and over on my dick to suck out all the cum.
When she finished, she rolled over onto the bed beside me and curled into my side. After a few moments, she calmed her heavy breathing, the room overcome with silence. She lay in my arms with her head tucked into the crook of my arm.
“Did João kill him?” she whispered, staring up at the ceiling and tensing.
I inhaled deeply, not wanting to involve Imani in any more of our shit, and gently rubbed her shoulder. As far as I knew, she didn’t like it when we even kicked the shit out of other people. She really wouldn’t like to know what João had done to that man.
But as much as I wanted to hide this from her, I couldn’t anymore.
João might’ve not agreed, but Imani was as much a part of Poison as all of us were. She had been with us for weeks, had witnessed so much shit that we forced her into and that she happened upon by herself. She deserved to know the truth about the monsters we were.
“Yes,” I said.
Imani relaxed on top of me. “Good.”
“Good?” I asked, taken aback. “I thought you hated shit like that.”
“I do, but sometimes, people deserve it.” She glanced over at me, then rolled on top and rested her palms against my bare chest. “João was protecting his family and doing what anyone should do for the people they love.”
I drew my fingers down the side of her face, where her skin met the hem of her silk hair wrap. My chest tightened at the sight of her face glowing in the moonlight. “You know, as much of an asshole as he is, he would do anything for you too.”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, right.”
After chuckling—because maybe she was right; João was a bitch to everyone but his family—I wrapped my arms around her small waist and held her tightly to me. João might or might not do anything for her, but I would.
Gently brushing her fingers across my bandages around my ribs, Imani suddenly frowned and stared at it, her voice quiet. “João and Kai promised me not to tell you, so don’t get mad at them. But after I saw what your father did to you, I forced them to bring me back to your place while you were recovering.”
My entire body tensed. “You what?”
What was she doing, putting herself in danger like that? She knew to stay away from them, and so did those fucking assholes. Why the fuck would they bring her back to my place after my own fucking father shot me?
“Please,” Imani whispered, finally glancing back up at me with big eyes. “Promise me that you won’t get mad at them. I forced them to bring me, or I would’ve gone by myself. I know it was stupid, but I had so much pent-up anger. All I wanted to do was”—she paused and lowered her voice even more—“kill them.”
“Imani,” I whispered, shock running through my body, paralyzing me to the spot.
She tightened her tiny fists on my chest and stared up at me through watery eyes. “I wanted to kill them for what they did to you. I hate them so much. I can’t even begin to imagine what I would’ve done if he had actually killed you.”
And while this whole thing might’ve started because we were getting each other off through a video chat, this woman had really done something to me these past few months. She became the only fucking person that I wanted to protect from the bad things at Redwood. She had become a woman I loved.
“I really wanted to kill them.” A tear slid down her cheek. “And I still do.” She curled her fingers into my chest and stared down at me. “I know you guys do that stuff all the time, but I … does that make me a bad person? Am I a bad person for wanting to kill the people who almost killed you?”
Pulling her tighter to my chest, I shook my head. “That doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“But I want to end their lives,” Imani whispered. “Your own parents.”
“You’re protecting someone that you”—I sucked in another breath, my chest tightening—“love, Imani. You said it yourself; you want to do what anyone would do to protect the people they love. That doesn’t make you a bad person, especially to me.”
