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“What are you doing?” she asks.
I need to give her so much more than protection. I'll never know how she was able to keep herself together for this long. She’s stronger than me on so many accounts. And so I’ll worship this woman for the rest of my days, my mind made up. I’ll give her the air I breath and the props she needs to fly. I’ll devote my entire life trying to make up for the wrongdoings she’s endured. Even then, I know it’ll never be enough. But most of all, I’ll give her all of me.
I let her feet settle on mine. “Then you can use me to dance, Cricket.”
Tears well in her eyes as I guide us back and forth to an unheard song. I can see the hope in her eyes—the flickering of the fighting spirit that has always been there. And I feel guilty for my dishonesty. That once all this is said and done, and I rid her world of the monster that’s caged her for too long, I might not be able to offer her what she wants or needs because I might not be enough. How could I ever make it up to her?
“I’m sorry I kept this from you,” she whispers and presses a kiss to my lips. And it says everything that hasn’t been voiced.
The pain, fear, and revelation that time is running out. I indulge in her, take her for myself greedily. I’d almost lost her tonight, and that fear-stricken state has me flipping her onto her back on the bed.
Her hands are desperate as they pull up my shirt and reach for my belt. I’m hungry for her all the same. I slide her pants down, and at the same time, she rips my belt away. I strap the belt around her wrists and lay her bare. I need her. I want her. Control. Mine again.
I pull up her shirt and look at those tight little nipples that I pierced, displaying my color and mark. I’m desperate for her, starved even as I line my cock with her pussy. I slam into her all the way to the hilt, and she squirms, trying to adjust to my size. She moans, her hips arching into me, begging for more as I begin to pound her into oblivion.
She arches into me, a tight little curve, a mold perfectly fitted to my body. Elanee hooks her legs around my waist, and her ass tilts up as she accepts all of me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head with pleasure.
Slowly but surely, we flush our tethered nerves and high adrenaline.
Tonight had been too close. I impale her again and again, branding her from the inside.
Mine. Every ounce and inch. My guilty obsession. My everything.
43
ELANEE
“Let’s clean you up.” Dmitri picks me up bridal style and walks me into the ensuite.
It’s a spacious bathroom centered around a claw bathtub. A rainfall shower is positioned beside it, and two basin mirrors with a wall-length mirror closest to the door. It’s the first time I’ve seen myself since the ordeal, and staring into my reflection is confronting, as much as it is shocking. Large chunks of my hair have been hacked off. I don’t know if it’s from stubbornness that I refuse to cry or because I’m so emotionally exhausted. I’ll be fucked if I was giving that bitch the satisfaction of crying over hair. A pang of guilt sets low in my belly, knowing that she’d died because of me.
Perhaps not because of me, but the course of this world that took its toll on her. She thought she’d loved Slater, and he used her no more than someone would a dog.
“Do you have scissors?” I ask Dmitri as he runs the hot water in the bath.
He grimaces as I hold chunks of my locks but opens the top drawer on the left revealing an assortment of scissors, clippers, and shavers. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it in time.”
I push my hair back and forth. Despite my thick hair, she’s cut such bold pieces away that I’ll have to trim it down no matter what. “This wasn’t your fault,” I remind him again as I pick up the scissors and contemplate how to cut it.
Dmitri is towering behind me, staring through the reflection of the mirror. He looks like he wants to say something but isn’t sure if he should.
“What is it?” I ask quietly. He looks guilty as his gaze flicks back to mine. His jaw tightens, and he pockets his hands.
“It was my fault, though.”
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”
He seems reluctant to answer. “The man she was pining over… I found out he humiliated you, forced you to dance, and hurt your ankle, and so I dealt with him.”
My throat constricts. “Dealt with him?” I inquire. I shouldn’t be shocked, but I am.
He doesn’t reiterate what he meant, but his gaze alone is enough.
I throw the scissors in the sink. “Jesus Christ, Dmitri. You said you wouldn’t do anything drastic.” That earlier contempt sparks again, but exhaustion still weighs me down. The Lion called me about Slater, but I had no idea Dmitri was involved though I should’ve guessed.
“You never told me how he treated you in there. You didn’t even tell me you hurt your ankle,” he says angrily.
I’m shocked as I look up at him. “How do you know that?” I’m ashamed of how Slater patronized and humiliated me.
