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Page 31 of Surge of Fire

Naz’s hands hovered as he hesitated, but then he wrapped them around her in return.

They stood together, and it felt like her heart beat against his, even though they weren’t the same height at all.

She nuzzled against his chest, sighing. “I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.”

He carried her to the bedroom. Time had jumped forward, just like he’d wished. They lay on the bed together, entwined. She’d chosen to stay with him and not go to Julio. The hair rose on his arms again, and tingles raced over his skin. Not down to his dick; that remained limp between them.

He felt too full, like he could burst at the seams at any moment.

Reality slowly drifted into his mind. Julio would be expecting her to fuck him. He was going to be pissed.

“Meg.” Her name leaked out. Naz knew she should go, but he also didn’t want her to.

He was the idiot.

Meg’s arms tightened around him, holding him tight.

“It’s true that I don’t like cum much,” she mumbled into his shirt.

Naz wanted to pull her even closer, but he worried that it’d be too tight. He’d seen bruises along her skin before, ones she’d always waved away. He never wanted her to have bruises because of him.

She turned her face, her breath fanning against his neck. “I mean, the cum wasn’t great, but I wouldn’t have freaked out if—” The way she clutched him dug her nails into his bare arms. “That new guy wanted to fuck my mouth. Miguel’s always wanted to; he’s wanted to do more. And in that moment, I thought Julio was going to let them.”

Her face was damp against his skin. Meg was crying. Naz’s body went cold. There were no sobs, no choking sounds, just those silent tears that gutted him and made him want to rip out Julio’s spine.

“I know Julio’s gotten bored with me. He’ll pass me off soon. That’s what I thought was happening that night in the club. That man fucked me, but it was only one man, and I made sure I made it good, figuring that was it, and I should make sure the new guy knew what I had to offer. The sex was decent; he got me off. Going with him was better than being sold or something worse.” She let out a breath, her damp lashes brushing his neck.

He wanted to tuck her inside his chest so she’d always be safe.

“I would have missed you.” Her voice grew softer at the admission, acting as the shovel that would carve a space out inside him, one just for her. “And then you were so sweet, and I realized—” She pushed her mouth into his skin to absorb the way her voice choked, but it didn’t work, not completely.

Her breath shuddered as she swallowed. “I tried to protect myself, but it was too late. Now anything Julio decides is going to suck, but being passed to one guy would be much better than—” Her voice hitched, and his skin grew damper. Her nails dug deeper into his arms.

Naz’s mind calmed as he settled on a solution. He was going to have to kill Julio.

Meg caught her breath, turning her face into his shirt, muffling her next words, but each one still buried itself inside his head, mixing with all the other proof there—proof that the world was shit.

“My dad got bored with me like Julio. Like everyone. It was after he realized I was pregnant. At first, he couldn’t get enough once the worst had happened. Then one day, I got home from school, and a bunch of his friends were there. He dragged me into the middle of them. Told them it wasn’t like I could get knocked up again, so they could have as many turns as they wanted, but that it’d be twenty bucks each go. They—”

A sob burst out, muffled as well. Then another before she grew quiet, like she had drawn the rest of her sobs inside her, locking them up so they wouldn’t escape.

She realized she was clawing at him. He hated that she released him because of it. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.” She tried to pull away. He didn’t want to let her, but he loosened his grip enough for her to shift back, even if his hands wouldn’t completely leave her.

She wiped at her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic.”

“Meg.” Naz wished he could say more. She wasn’t pathetic at all. He never wanted her to think that.

Whenever he was near her, he wanted to be near her more. It was like she glowed a little brighter every time his eyes got to drink her in. Every time she laughed or smiled at him. Every time she talked to him, about anything and everything, her eyes shining.

She’d become the sun that he wanted to revolve around.

Even if he had to kill everyone in the warehouse in order to keep her.

Ramiro was going to lose his shit when he found out.

Naz didn’t care.

Meg had caught her breath. He pressed on her back with his hands, hoping she’d settle against him again, happy when she did with a little sigh. She deflated even more with that sigh.


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