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“Half after,” I answer, not needing him to continue. I’m…heavy. My whole body weighed down and just…hurt, broken. But not surprised. “Tonight…some of what he said earlier…asking why I was like her. Why I couldn’t mind my own business, some other things that made me feel…like he was blaming her for something before she died, and he thought I was doing the same. The women…it’s bad, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he answers honestly. “There have been women who say he assaulted them—they were drugged, lost hours of their lives, and woke up naked or in a completely different location than they were in before. There have been quiet payments made, accusations that are somehow getting buried. And there’s likely more going on than we know. This goes deep, and I’m assuming last night happened because he became a liability.”

My father was a murderer.

Even if he didn’t pull the trigger, she’s dead because of him. Maybe she had evidence on him. Maybe she was going to turn him in. Maybe it just became too hard to do what he wanted with a wife at home. But he’s a murderer and a rapist, and who knows what else, and… “I’m glad he’s dead,” I admit. “I wish you could have done it so you could have made him suffer.”

“Me too,” Rian answers, then pulls me so I’m on top of him, looking down into those beautiful green eyes of his. “But I promise you, I’ll find who tried to hurt you that day and make them pay. No one will ever hurt you again.”

A better man might tell him not to. I’d always considered myself a good man, better than this, but I want them to pay, if for no other reason than because the person who killed my mom never paid.

“I know.” I kiss him. “Do you think it went okay…with Cillian earlier?” I want to be part of every aspect of his life, want to belong with them all, in one way or another.

Rian smiles. “Yes. He likes you…and it felt good to see. I want you close.”

“I want that too.” And I want…him. I need him. Need to feel…grounded in this way that only Rian can give me.

I push his arm up, burying my face in his armpit, licking and sucking the sensitive skin there.

He moans, runs his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip on the strands while he lets me take what I need from him. The thing is, no matter how much I have, I know it will never be enough.

I don’t understand it, and I don’t want to. I just know that I was meant to love this man, and right now, I really need to feel how much he loves me too.

I want to forget anyone exists except us.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Rian

There is nothing like the feeling of Abbott worshiping my body with his tongue. The way his face burrows into my armpit, the feel of him sucking, licking, grinding against me like he could make himself come just by rutting his cock on my leg.

He goes from one pit to the other, to my throat, my chest, down my stomach, not leaving an inch of my skin untouched.

His tongue dips into my belly button, across my hip bones, down into the crease where my groin and thigh meet. I moan when he gets there, again, face buried deep, inhaling what sounds like bottomless breaths, as though he can’t get enough of me.

“Fuck, pretty thing. You want to devour me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I want that too. Take whatever you want. I’m yours.”

He nuzzles his nose into my balls, runs his hands up my thighs, still touching, lightly kissing. It’s like he wants to imprint himself on me, like he’s trying to take every part of me he can have, like he thinks I’m going somewhere. Like he wants everything he can have because he’s afraid of losing me, like he’s lost so many other people.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that?” I hold the back of his head, pull him closer to me, and nearly melt into the fucking mattress when he licks my heavy sac. “I’d possess you if I could. Keep you by my side every moment of every day, and when I can’t, I’ll always know where you are because you belong to me.”

“Yes. God yes. Yours,” he says right into my balls.

My whole fucking body is trembling, like I need to hold back, like there’s so much goddamned energy in me with nowhere to go except in him.

I pull him back up to my face, flip him over, so Abbott is on his back. “My turn. I’m going to show you how much I fucking love you, show you you’re mine, and that’s never going to change.”

I seal our mouths together, pushing my tongue in deep. Abbott moans into the kiss, still rutting against me, hands on my ass, holding me tight.

I love the feel of his dick against mine—his hot, hard length as we rub ours together, making me dizzy and out of my mind with need.

I kiss his throat like he’d done with mine, lick and suck his neck. Trace the freckles on his shoulders with my tongue—lift his left arm and bury my face there the way he’d done with me.

This part is new for me. Usually, it’s Abbott worshipping, but I need him to feel how much I want him, need to know the taste and scent of him everywhere too, because just as much as he wants to imprint me into himself, I want to do the same for him.