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I miss burying myself inside of her.

Owning her.

Claiming her.

I nick her neck with the knife and a trickle of blood trails down to her shoulder. I flatten my tongue at her nape and lick all the way back up. Copper and her perfume explode on my tongue.

She groans and fucks herself harder, the palm of her hand slapping against her clit.

I growl in her ear, “Be a good girl and come all over those fingers, princess.”

I pound into her with everything I have, my hips snapping with a brutal force. A shiver rolls down my spine right before she screams and clamps down on my dick. Ecstasy flies through me and I fill up her ass. So much cum. It’s already leaking out while I continue to fuck her through my orgasm.

“Fuck that was so intense,” she pants.

Hearing her voice snaps me back to reality and the mirage of fucking Olivia vanishes.

I pull out of her quickly, not even wasting time tucking myself back in. I need a shower. A scalding hot one.

She turns to face me, her makeup mixing with the tear trails on her cheeks. And then she smiles at me like she didn’t almost black out from the violent ass fucking I just gave her.

I grab her purse off the desk and throw it at her. She catches it and then bends down to pick up her thong.

I point the knife at the door. “Get the fuck out!”

She runs her tongue over her teeth and smirks, shaking her head. As she walks past me, she stops and shoves the thong in my pants pocket and pats me on the chest.

Pausing with the door open, she turns back around and looks at me. “I’m Nika by the way. See ya around hot stuff.”

She winks and walks out the door. I stand there unmoving, staring at the vacant spot she was standing in for what seems like an eternity.

What the fuck did I just do?

Chapter Twelve

Olivia

If this cat doesn’t calm the fuck down, I’m going to send her to the circus where she belongs. I’m convinced she has a secret stash of catnip somewhere. Hiding it like a crack fiend.

Peaches howls as she runs down the hall in one of her zoomie fits. Her cadence sounds thunderous for such a small creature. She leaps onto the bed and sprints over top of us, giving me a mild heart attack.

“Peaches!” I whisper-yell.

She yowls and runs back out of the bedroom after she parkours off Sadie who was sleeping peacefully in her bed.

I roll over to check the time on my phone.

04:20

Groaning, I roll back over and face Sage. The demon cat wasn’t the reason I woke. Sweat glistens on his forehead while his brows furrow. His bottom lip trembles in between indiscernible mutters.

I move closer and curl into his side, draping my arm across his clammy skin. His chest expands forcefully while his muscles tense all over. His pulse is racing under my palm, but his heartbeat slows the longer I lay with him.

Eventually, his body relaxes and he goes back to a peaceful sleep. His hand finds mine and he sighs in satisfaction. I’m thankful my medications have been keeping my sleep demons at bay, but I wish I could rid him of his.

Peaches appears on the other side of him. Her glowing eyes peeking over his bicep. She gingerly steps onto him and lays down on his stomach, purring loudly. Her eyes disappear when she closes them and mine follow soon after.

Steam rises from my coffee mug, the aroma filling the kitchen. My head hurts and my entire body is sore. I somehow managed to pull on shorts and a tee after struggling to get out of bed. I sit down on the stool at the island and pull up my message thread. There are multiple drunk texts from both Ava and Dorian after Sage carried me out of the bar.