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I doubted Ingrid attempted to show love she wasn’t capable of, but I didn’t want to upset the princess any more than she already was.

“Real nice of fate to give us pieces of shit for parents, huh?”

Addilyn let out a heavy sigh, seeming to sink even further into me. “Yeah.”

We sat silent for a few minutes, and I filled my lungs with the scent of peaches. So damn soft…

I clenched my teeth, fighting off a boner over having her so close, so…compliant. Sure, her sass got me off, but submissive Addilyn? Fuck yeah.

“Are we doomed to be fucked up, Gideon?” she asked, her voice small. Broken. “Can we escape our genes?”

“I’m nothing like him.” Except for wanting you. Damn chub. “And I’ll never be like him,” I tacked on for good measure.

“I don’t want to become my mother.”

“So don’t.” I shifted Addilyn away from my groin, desperate to keep her in my arms for just a few moments more. Her becoming aware of my thickening dick would end our momentary truce, and I wanted to soak in more of her softness before the hissing cat returned. “Decide you’ll be her opposite—which you already are, in my opinion—and you’ll convince yourself of that very thing.”

Addilyn sat up, her blue eyes bright from tears. The pain in them, the need for understanding, for love, punched me in the gut. Stole the air from my lungs.

My hand shook as I smoothed back her hair. Like silk. Warm.

Damn near perfect.

Dick swollen, I stared at her lips, and she stiffened against the arm I had wrapped around her back.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

“Don’t what?”

“Kiss me.”

I couldn’t help smirking and stating the truth since our temporary peace had definitely come to an end. “I want to do a hell of a lot more than kiss you, princess, and you want me to. When are you finally going to admit it and give me a little taste? Hmm?”

She shoved against my chest, scrambled to escape me—and fucking kneed me in the nuts.

“Goddamnit!” I groaned, clutching my groin and doubling over.

“Serves you right, jackass,” she hissed, hopping off her bed. “Now get the hell out of my bedroom before I holler for your dad.”

That would be a problem.

“Give me a second to catch my fucking breath, you bitch!” I gasped between moans, cupping my aching groin. “You kneed me in the goddamn balls!”

“Because you’re a sick fuck who shouldn’t be saying that stuff to me!”

I rolled off the bed and hobbled toward the bathroom, my eyes watering.

“That’s right,” she said, following after me to lock me out, probably. “Run back to your room like a dog with its tail between its legs. You know I could ruin you with one word in the sheriff’s ear.”

Goddamn bitch.

Straightening, I slammed my fist into the wall with a growl—better to dent drywall than break her goddamn nose.

One stride took me over the threshold into the bathroom, and Addilyn slammed her door behind me, the click barely sounding above my curses.

I’d gotten a feel of what it was like to hold Addilyn in my arms, and I knew without doubt I’d crave it until I rested six feet under.

Fucking bitch.

I curled up on my bed, cursing her name and my aching nuts, but I found comfort in the fact she wasn’t miserable over her mother anymore. I’d rather her be spitting angry at me than crying over that cunt.

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