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“Did he touch you?”

An arch of her brow and a flash of pain hit her eyes. “I didn’t let it get that far. I did what you told me to do, and I killed him before he could.”

My jealousy edges through my bones, like a saw slicing through them. “I’m not talking about Father Malcolm,” I growl.

My fingers dance over Tommy’s teeth marks. Message well received. She runs her hand down her hair and rests it just beneath her breasts. Her nipples I was admiring earlier, pretty and pink, are ready to be sucked and worshipped the way they deserve.

She turns her head and stares out the window. “Tommy and I aren’t together anymore, Remy. Everything has changed.”

“My question wasn’t whether you’re together. Did he touch you last night?”

She shifts beneath me as my fingers graze the lips of her pussy, and her back arches in response. “I slept in his bed. But you already know that.”

My jaw tightens. “Did he fuck you last night, Didi?”

Her eyes flicker behind her icy lashes. “No. Not yet.”

The scars are still there from her belt. The mark of her deep wound. My fingers draw to them, drawing circles around them. I move down to inspect it.

Pink nipples and a pink pussy, just like I imagined.

“Good,” I growl. I’m not interested in seconds this time. I want Diana all to myself.

I inhale her scent, then I press my lips onto her pelvic bone. I grip the inside of her thigh as I kiss every one of her scars, taking my time on each one. She tugs my hair, running her fingers through it, then runs her thumb down my face over my jawline. My lips graze her pussy, but I don’t bite down⁠—

Not there. Not yet.

“Remy.” She moans my name like scripture. “I need you to keep going… Please, keep going. There is so much pressure inside. It hurts.”

I pull my lips up and run my hands over the smooth skin of her hips. The ache I have inside for this girl is like poison. It tastes good, but it hurts everywhere.

If I continue down this path, I will fall further, and eventually, she’ll have to die. Talia won’t allow any other outcome. She might have ulterior motives, but ultimately, she’s a slave to the Codex.

I slide my tongue over her skin, soaking in her wetness—she tastes like the perfect piece of forbidden fruit. I enjoy the moment for what it is, even if it has to be our last.

I swallow and pause, running my hand through my hair before I go too far.

Her hands move to her center, and she presses her fingers against her clit, her tits rising and falling with aching breath as she rocks her hips. “Please,” she begs. “I need you to keep going. I feel like I’m dying, Remy, and I need you to make me feel something again.”

I unzip my pants and fist myself in front of her. “You think you’re ready for me, little lamb?”

Her eyes go wide when she sees how big I am. A flicker of fear crosses her face. She’s not ready…and she probably never will be. I can’t go through with this. Not while Tommy’s sulking downstairs and Talia’s silently fuming in her room.

Not until I know with all certainty that I get to keep her.

My mouth finds her pussy instead. I lick her clit and her body jolts, while I gently focus on the spot that will bring her to climax. I want her to feel the depths of the pleasure I can provide. While I plan to fuck her hard, I can show her the softer side is just as nice.

Her body responds. She squeezes her knees around me, and goosebumps pebble every inch of her flesh. I lick, suck and nibble until she explodes, leaving her sweet pussy unpenetrated, pure and desperate for more.

“Remy,” she moans out of breath, “that was incredible.”

I lean up and kiss her so she can taste herself, and she bites on my bottom lip, savoring the moment of her post-climax glow.

“Didi,” I murmur against her lips and pull back as dread hits my stomach. “Do you still have your knife?”

She pushes herself up on her elbows and nods quickly, causing strands of her white hair to fall over her face. “Yeah, it’s at my house.”

“Where?”