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He’d been a child when it started.
A baby of seven years old when he’d been forced to be with a woman in that way.
What did that do to him? How had he survived? All his urges and fetishes were nothing compared to the mess inside him.
A surge of protectiveness rose.
I wanted to slay every nightmare he’d endured.
I wanted to go back in time and slaughter his father.
I wanted to hug that little boy and promise him that eventually, he would be free of that life…only for him to step back into it as an adult.
I brushed his hair back as the shower continued to pummel us. “Do you think your memories came back because of this place? Being here? Reliving the past you repressed?”
He pursed his lips. “Pretty sure it was writing. I started off wanting to write about you and all the things I wanted to do to you. Instead, I ended up falling down a fucked-up rabbit hole.”
“That’s why you deleted everything? You didn’t want Victor to read it?”
“I didn’t want to read it. Or remember.” He huffed, widening his legs. “Pity I now remember everything.”
I slipped a little in his arms. I wriggled closer, trapping his cock between us.
He groaned, his forehead furrowing. “You keep doing that, and I won’t have the ability to talk for much longer.”
My stomach flipped. “Does the Viagra feel different? Less sensitive?”
“You’re still worried that I don’t want to do this?” He kissed me softly. “That I don’t want to do you?”
I kissed him back. “I will never take advantage of you. Regardless of what I need.”
“And that’s why you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.” His voice roughened. “I love you, Ily. So fucking much.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I hugged him.
He trapped me against the wall, quaking in my hold.
The same words danced on my tongue.
Pulling away, I asked quietly, “Did your brother know? What your father made you do?”
He flinched.
I worried he wouldn’t answer, but then he dropped his eyes and shrugged. “I don’t know. I only saw him a few times when I was dragged through the house. He was never there while it happened. I think…I hope he wasn’t aware. I do know he killed the bastard. I remember that too. I remember him appearing in the quarters where we were kept, holding a gun. The next day, we were all freed.”
“Do you think he would’ve sent you here if he’d known what you endured?”
“I don’t know.” He winced. “Unfortunately, I’ve probably killed him, so the chances of asking him are gone.”
Life seemed to narrow, knotting us together.
All the conversations in the kitchens. Peter’s urging; Rachel’s advice. They’d told me to see if Henri would fight on our side.
After tonight, I had no doubts.
His nostrils flared as he studied my face. “What? What is it?”
Heat throbbed between us, sex hung in the air, but our connection burned hotter.
