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And he held me through it.

Soren rises with me still wrapped around him, lifting me with ease. His cock stays buried deep inside me as he moves, each step sending a shiver up my spine. He lowers me onto the mattress, his body blanketing mine, and begins to move again. Slow and steady.

In. Out.

In. Out.

Each thrust is deliberate, yet tender. Controlled, yet gentle.

We never do this. We don’t do slow. We don’t do gentle. We do violence and fuck like we’re trying to tear pieces out of each other.

But tonight … tonight is something else.

It’s a blending of two broken souls, two ruined creatures, finding reasons to stay alive.

I spread my legs wider, urging him to take me the way we usually do—hardcore. I push up against him, silently begging for the brutality I know so well. I wiggle under him, do not under any circumstances make love to me … But he’s too strong, too powerful, and too in control.

He holds me down with his weight. His darkness meets mine and refuses to run.

“You asked to feel,” he rasps, pausing inside me so the fullness is a slow-burning agony. “So feel.”

We stare at each other as his words suck the air from my lungs. The glow of the city bleeds into the room, highlighting the upside-down cross beneath his eye. My beautiful antichrist. If hell is where I’m headed, then please, let him be there too.

I nod, barely breathing, the smallest surrender I’ve ever made, yet the biggest one of my life.

He moves again, my body opening for him like I’ve been waiting my whole miserable life to be touched this way. My inner walls clench around him, slick and hungry, and in total fucking bliss. I drag my nails lightly down his back, and he shudders, hips stuttering as he tries to keep his rhythm.

Oh god.

This is lovemaking.

And though neither of us has said a single word close to love, the truth is there. It’s in every thrust, in the way he holds me, in the way my body welcomes him. It’s the way he’s killed for me, alongside me, carried me through my pain.

He kneels back, and I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, grinding into him like the needy, sex-crazed woman I know I can be. His thumb finds my clit, and slow, patient strokes undo me thread by thread.

“Give me another,” he murmurs, voice scraping against my skin.

I rise, higher and higher, until the world narrows and explodes, stars bursting behind my eyes. When my vision clears, Soren is still moving, holding on, but barely. And when he knows he has taken everything from me and given it back tenfold, he finally lets go, releasing deep inside me with a primal exhale.

He collapses onto me, buried inside me, chest rising and falling against mine as the world fades to black around us. I cradle his head to my chest, my fingers sliding through his hair as the violence and death and harsh reality of our lives bleed away.

I close my eyes, the exhaustion taking over.

The devil has delivered my very own gift. I know, at this very moment, that this is who I’ve sold my soul for.

And I’d do it over and over and over again.

Chapter 48

Raine

Tonight, it all comes to an end. The Golden Claw is back operating business as usual, even though most of the girls are still clearly grieving. Most of their eyes are ringed red, shoulders slumped. Absolutely nobody is in the mood to play the part of sex kitten to loser clientele.

Me included. Technically, I don't even have to be here, but I needed to keep busy, to do something, while Soren collects the payload. Right now, Soren is on his way to collect the vials of PARM-17 from Carson at his private residence. It's finally the end.

I’m not really sure how I feel. A little numb, I guess. Because after tonight, Soren is free from the Agency, and I’m … Well, I’m back to being a prisoner in my own skin. I’m dreading the goodbye with Soren. Utterly dreading it.

I’m sliding a tray of tumblers away when I sense it. An almost imperceptible disruption in the air. I glance over my shoulder and scan the room. It’s quiet tonight, not too many patrons, especially on the VIP floor. I look over towards Ava (who is a shell of her former self since watching Cherry die in my arms), and a new girl, Bianca, who is clearing glasses from tables. Neither seem spooked. A little sad, maybe, not unnerved. Both oblivious to the energy shift.