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I might love others.
I might need others.
But what I felt for him?
It was different. Just more. Just…everything.
“Tell me what you need.” He kissed me ever so softly.
The moment his lips touched mine, I flung my arms around his shoulders.
How could he make me feel so fragile and fearless at the same time?
How could I forgive him for everything just because he’d trusted me enough to break in front of me?
We’d allowed each other to see past all our defences, peer deep into our truths, and nothing frightened me anymore.
Not his past.
Not his needs.
Nothing.
Because I knew him.
I’d always known him.
And it’d taken me this long to recognise what he meant to me.
“Help me forget, Hen.”
He groaned into my mouth. “Having you call me that...goddammit, Ily.” Picking me up, he pressed me against the tiles and shuddered as I wrapped my legs around his hips.
I didn’t know if his erection was from wanting me or the Viagra, but the little voice in my head forced me to check I wasn’t doing to him what his father had done. “Wait…”
God, my heart ached for him.
For all those evenings when he’d been taken by the hand and delivered into absolute evil. No wonder he was so hung up on monogamy. He’d been forced to love countless women when all he ever wanted was one.
One mother. One lover. One heart.
He paused, his chest rising and falling, the knitted wound on his bicep from Kyle’s stabbing extra bright from the hot water. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to trap you. I’ll put you down—”
“It’s not that. I…I want you. I need all traces of him gone. But…only if you want me too. I won’t take from you. I won’t be like him.”
His face scrunched up with absolute awe. Fresh tears clung to his eyelashes. “You think you’re taking me against my will?”
“I’m making sure I don’t.”
He sighed heavily. “Fuck, Ilyana.”
New sadness tracked down my cheeks. I felt so sorry for Rachel. For everything she’d endured. I hated that she’d been forced to sleep with so many men. Despised that Henri had the same experience. Just because he hadn’t been violated in that way, he had been violated.
He’d been raped, over and over again.
Peter and the jewels were slaves here.
They were used and abused on a daily basis, but Henri?
