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“Who owns you, baby?” I pull my fingers out of her mouth long enough for her to answer. Spit runs down her chin and she’s gasping.

“You.”

“Good girl.” I push my fingers back into her mouth and lean down until my forehead presses against hers, still fucking her. “When you close your eyes, you will always find me there.” I pull my fingers free and grip her jaw. “I own you in your dreams and your fucking nightmares too, little heathen. There isn’t a place in your head I don’t fucking live.”

Her face crumbles and something breaks open behind her eyes. She’s been holding it together since she woke up screaming. She doesn’t look away from me. She lets me see all of it.

“Come for me.” I’m close, and I can feel her tightening around my cock with every thrust. The plug is still vibrating in her ass, and her body is shaking so hard the belt rattles against the headboard. I press my thumb against her clit and grind my hips into her. “Come on my cock, Saylor.”

Her legs tighten around my waist, and she screams. The way her pussy clenches my dick makes me fucking growl. I bury myself as deep as I can go and come inside her with my forehead pressed against hers. I don’t close my eyes. She doesn’t either. We watch each other through every second of it.

“Thank you.” She whispers, breaking something wide open in my chest.

I release her hands, and her wrists fall to the bed. “Don’t ever fucking thank me for taking care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of my queen.”

She presses her face into my neck, and I hold her against me. My mind is already working through every fucked-up possibility I don’t want to be true. But if something happened to her, I’m going to make whoever hurt my girl beg for fucking death. And then they’re dead.

CHAPTER 39

SAYLOR

“Veronica!” Kynlee is on her hands and knees checking under a couch in the east corridor while I look behind a set of heavy drapes that are in need of a good cleaning. “I swear to God, this cat has a death wish.”

“She’s basically living in a hotel room, Kyns.” I check behind a potted plant that’s taller than I am and find nothing but dust. “How did she get out this time?”

“Justin was talking to me with the door open.” She sits back on her heels and blows hair out of her face. “But when she’s in the room, she spends half the time whining at the door to get out.”

I haven’t seen my brother since the whole incident with Tracy and the fake Axl. He’s avoiding me since he doesn’t think I should have taken Axl back. But why wouldn’t I? He literally did nothing wrong.

And after the nightmare yesterday, Axl put me back together like he always does. I know he’s thinking that the nightmares are something that happened to me. But a person doesn’t forget something like that. I’d rather Axl just bite me and mark me so I can only ever dream of him.

“Has he talked to you yet? Justin, I mean.” Kynlee stands up and brushes off her knees. “He’s been weird with me too. He’s quieter than usual. He barely said two words to me last night. Not that I mind.”

“He’s pouting.” I move to the next window and pull the drape back. Veronica’s not there either. I told Kynlee about everything as soon as she returned to the mansion. “He’ll get over it.”

“And even if he doesn’t, it doesn’t matter. Axl loves you. You two are the real deal.”

I don’t respond right away because I don’t know what to say to that. Axl is a lot of things to me. He’s possessive and obsessive. He makes my body feel things I didn’t know were possible. He marked me and tattooed his name on my skin, and he practically stalks me.

That’s not love. That’s just who he is with me. And I’m not stupid enough to let myself get confused about it, even if I’ve already been stupid enough to fall in love with him. He’s the one anchor in my life that pulls me from whatever darkness is surrounding me.

“Axl is obsessed with me.” I let the drape fall back against the window. “Men like him don’t love.”

“Well I think that’s bullshit.” Kynlee stops walking and looks at me. “But I already know you’ve got it bad, so I’ll just wait to tell you I told you so.”

His cum is dripping out of my pussy right now from when he fucked me before he left. He’s always a fucking part of me. He makes sure of it. It’s how he knows I’ll always be on my knees begging for him.

“Even if he marries me, that doesn’t mean he loves me.” I do believe he’s obsessed enough to marry me. But look at all the other marriages in our world. One look at my parents is enough to know that marriage doesn’t equal love.

Her phone buzzes, and she checks it, waving off what I said. “Kase spotted her back upstairs.” She texts back with both thumbs. “He says she scratched him, and he’s refusing to touch her again.”

“At least we know where she is.” I start toward the stairs.

Kynlee follows me, tucking her phone in her pocket. “We could learn a thing or two from Veronica.”

We find Kase and Crew on the second floor in the same wing where our suites are. Kase is leaning against the wall with a fresh scratch down the inside of his forearm. Crew is crouched at the far end of the hallway making kissing sounds at the bottom of a decorative table with a mirror over it. It seems out of place in a mansion that houses over seventy men.

“Hey, pretty girls,” Crew calls out to us. “She’s over here.”