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Heat coiled at the base of my spine and with a deep inhale, I closed my eyes and sank lower until the water swallowed me whole.

CHAPTER 6

Antonio

I rested back in my office chair, my eyes not leaving the screen in front of me.

The soft whimpers, the slight scrunch of her nose and the way her body visibly trembled some nights, told me that this was deeper than I could ever imagine.

That, even after killing every last one of them, her body still couldn’t rest. Her mind, even in the deepest sleep, couldn’t be at ease.

The only thing I didn’t regret within the past few years was her, giving me, the pleasure of ripping the men who hurt her limb from limb.

Every night after she went to her bedroom I’d go to my office and watch her sleep.

Some nights she was restless, tossing and turning. But other nights…

I lifted my hips, adjusting myself in my chair. My eyes trailed down her body entwined with the bed sheets.

Olive toned skin wrapped in a white tank top that didn’t hide the shape of her hardened nipples. The thin hem of her cotton panties peaked out just above the bed sheets that rested low on her hips. Heat pricked up my nape.

Other nights… she’d moan my name. Desire. Longing. Hatred. A deep sense of desperation coated her tone when she’d whisper my name in her dark, cold room. Her unconscious body would twist and turn, and I’d even caught her fingers slipping down to the hem of her panties, but they didn’t dip lower.

Every night I watched her, and every night she got louder. Eager. And some nights she seemed almost aggravated. Those nights were my favourite.

Mentally, she despised me… it was evident. Maybe even emotionally too. But physically, my girl was just as tortured as I was.

So tonight, when her back slightly arched off the bed, and a breathless whimper fluttered into the room, I couldn’t help myself.

Since her departure, I’d made a few adjustments to her bedroom… the cameras being one of them. Gas filtered into her bedroom through the air vents, and after merely a few minutes she’d be completely unconscious. Then I reversed the process, cleaning the air, before leaving my office. I couldn’t risk her waking up.

I entered her bedroom quietly, the soft scent of amber wood and jasmine filling my senses. I breathed in, allowing the smell of her to override any rational part of my brain I had left.

I found myself at the edge of her bed, watching her chest slowly rise and fall with every breath.

Her thighs moved, and my eyes landed between them. Tonight she wore white. Pure. Angelic.

I glanced up. Ironic. My girl was far from.

I walked closer, sitting down beside her.

Steadily, I dragged the pad of my index finger from her knee up to the inside of her thigh, allowing her warmth to flow through me. Then, I continued up and pushed her shirt to her chest, revealing her bare breasts.

My dick twitched at the sight of her. Bare and exposed. Tight buds making me salivate.

Nirah didn’t know the real me. I hid him from her. Buried him. I tore myself in half and gave her the best version that she discarded. Now… she didn’t have a choice. She’d simply have to face the version of me that stood before her now.

Dropping my eyes lower I reached forward and hooked my finger on the thin strap covering her entrance then pushed it aside, revealing her glistening cunt.

My skin buzzed, electricity soaring through my veins. Fuck. There wasn’t a shortage of precum leaking from my tip, and I placed my hand on my erection, slowly applying pressure to soothe the ache.

She lifted her hips in an attempt to find friction, whimpering my name but I yanked my hand away, allowing the material to cover her again.

Her face morphed into pleasure and she shifted a little, her breasts moving back and forth. “Antonio…”

I couldn’t help but admire her.

Nirah Joy was mine. She’d be mine until the end of time, and I had no problem dragging her to the pits of hell along with me because nothing, not even death could tear her soul from mine. We were bound. Interlinked.