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“You like the thought of him watching us, don’t you?” I thrust my fingers in and out of her. With how wet she is, the noise can only be described as obscene.

“Fuck, trickster. I wanted to drag this out, but I need to be inside you.”

“Yes, fuck me please!” she moans, grinding down onto my hand.

I slip my fingers free and stick them into my mouth, the taste of her exploding on my tongue. I cover my cock with her juices and stroke myself for a moment before I line myself up and push my way inside her.

We both groan at the sensation. “Nothing will ever beat the feeling of gliding home inside you,” I tell her as I slide her hair from her shoulder and drag my lips up her neck to the hollow behind her ear. She judders at the touch of my lips against that sensitive spot, making me grin.

“Can you see his hand moving? You think he’s fucking his fist, pretending it’s you?”

She curses at my words, or maybe it’s because I thrust into her deep enough for her to taste me.

“He knows how good it feels inside your slick heat. He’s wishing he was me right now because he knows he’ll never get to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him again.”

I fuck her harder, my hands gripping her hips tightly as she pushes back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“His hand is moving faster now. I think he’s close,” I murmur to her.

I reach around and slide my hand between her legs so I can stroke her slippery clit. With her legs trapped by the fabric of her jeans, she has no choice but to stay as she is and take everything I give her like a good girl.

“I hope he remembers how you smell, how you taste, how you feel, because that’s all he’ll have from now on—dirty memories and a palm full of cum. You’re mine now, Lil, and nobody else gets to have you but me.”

She throws her head back and comes with a whimper. If I kiss her, I’ll taste blood from where she’s bitten her lip to silence her screams. Her pussy grips my dick so hard, I barely manage to bite back my own scream as I pour myself inside her, filling her to the brim.

I rest my head between her shoulder blades as I catch my breath. She turns her head to look at me, her face flushed, her eyes alight with arousal. “I have no idea what lesson I was supposed to learn this time. Perhaps you should show me again?”

I throw my head back and laugh, drawing more attention from below. A few cat calls sound out, but neither of us truly cares. I ease Lil’s jeans back over her hips and fasten the button.

“Trust me, trickster, anytime you need a reminder, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

She turns her body to face me, throwing her arms around my neck. Her bare chest pressing against me is enough for my cock to perk up at the thought of round two. When I spot Toot over her shoulder giving me a thumbs-up, I decide that fucker has had enough of watching my woman fall apart. This next round will be just for us.

I push her back against the wall, out of view from those below, and take her mouth in a kiss so hot I’m surprised our lips don’t catch fire.

“How’d you feel about wall sex?” I murmur with a grin, making her chuckle.

“Huge fan.”

“Well, what the lady wants…” My lips skim down her jaw as I grab both of her wrists in one of my hands and pin them to the wall about her head.

“…The lady gets.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

LIL

I hold the letter Lauren left me, reread the words of a woman I only briefly met, and feel the same sorrow I did the first time. What a waste of a life. I feel jaded in this area myself, but I only had myself to worry about. She had a helpless child being used as a pawn in a dangerous game she never wanted to play.

The dried tear stains practically pulse with pain as I run my fingers over them. Some people will think she took the coward’s way out, leaving other people to fix her problems. But I don’t see it that way at all. Taking a life is never easy, even when it’s your own. The despair she must have felt, the hopelessness, and all without a single guarantee that it would even work.

“You okay?”

I yelp when Powers speaks from the doorway. Lucy lifts her head from where it was resting on my ankle, looks at her dad, and goes back to sleep, knowing he poses no threat to me.

“You scared me.”

“I called your name three times. I thought you heard me.”