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Leaving her bare as I tossed them to the mattress.

Ribs crushed around my heart, I stared up at Elena Mercer.

Searching for any discomfort or reservations.

This woman who was trusted under my charge.

One I was supposed to protect with all of me.

From every dangerous, horrible thing.

And I was the bastard who commanded, “Spread for me, baby.”

She didn’t hesitate to comply, and I shifted my hand, guts crawling all the way up to my constricted throat when I allowed my fingertips to barely penetrate her.

She wheezed a delirious sound.

“You want my fingers in you, Little Apple?”

“I want all of you inside me, Heathen.” She tossed it right back. An invitation and a challenge.

I might have been evil. A foul, disgusting piece of shit. But I’d never do something so wicked.

“Not gonna happen, Elena. You don’t want what I have to offer.”

And I was pretty sure if I had her, I’d never be able to let her go.

I would chain her up and claim her as mine.

Take and glut on the goodness.

Feast on the sweetness until there was nothing left.

That was if I had any time before Silas got to me and dispensed my punishment.

But I guess I was lying to myself that this was any more noble when I pushed a single digit into her tight, hot pussy.

The way it felt like some intrinsic piece of us collided.

Her body jolting forward and my heart doing some catastrophic, reckless thing.

“Trevan.” My name fell from her mouth in a frenzy.

A whirring that stirred and churned and stroked every sane thought into rebellion.

A plea against my ears.

I withdrew and added a second finger.

Thrusting up slow and deep.

A sound of desperation jutted from between her lush lips, and her walls spasmed around the intrusion.

Elena’s sweet fingers gripped onto my shoulders for support.

Her knees nearly buckling.

She was still standing as she moved to straddle my legs.