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My nose wrinkled. “I-I don’t understand.”
“I went somewhere he couldn’t touch me.”
“Where?”
“Not sure. All I know is, Victor happened. Rachel happened. I’ll have to deal with everything eventually, but right now…right now, I need to be strong to keep my promise to Pete—” She smashed her lips together. Her eyes widened as if she hadn’t meant to say such things. For a moment, she looked as if she’d push away and leave.
“What promise?” I asked quietly.
Her shoulders braced but then…her face softened, her hand reached up, and she brushed away my tears with a gentle thumb. “Did you mean it?”
Goosebumps darted down my back at her caress. My cock throbbed with need—lust so honest and raw compared to the pharmaceutical chemicals keeping me stiff. “Mean what?”
“That you’re done playing his games?”
Her whisper was just the same as any other, yet…
Every part of me had changed.
It was as if the boy inside me who couldn’t protect his siblings had finally taken control and would do absolutely anything to right his wrongs.
Smiling gently, falling deeper into love with her, I pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. We sat entwined on the fucking toilet, the still-falling shower muting our whispers, our skin chilled from droplets, and our connection unseen by the cameras. “You asked me a month ago to play along with you.” Kissing my way along her jaw to her ear, I murmured, “I should’ve said this back then, but…I’m ready. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to finish what I started. I came here to free all those trapped. So…I’ll free them. Or I’ll die trying.”
It was her turn to sob.
My arms twined around her; I held her exquisitely close.
I gave myself this moment of absolute surrender.
Victor wouldn’t know.
The one spot he couldn’t watch.
For a few stolen seconds, we were free.
And as Ily cried in my arms and purged this awful night onto my shoulder, I scattered kisses all over her, then signed my life over to hers. Sunshine filled my heart. The path I should’ve followed all along unravelled in blinding light.
I was ready to walk it.
Ready to repent.
Ready to be worthy.
“I’m yours, Ily. Every piece. Today, tomorrow, and always. Let’s play…”
Chapter Twenty-Five
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Ily
I DIDN’T WANT TO CRY.
I’d done everything I could to avoid such a thing.
I’d allowed Henri’s despair to nullify my own, grateful to be strong enough to put another before me. After a lifetime of looking after Krish and placing his needs before mine, I had a good crutch to lean on, convincing me I was okay.
Of course I wasn’t affected by Victor raping me.
