I rock my hips harder, urging him to take me fully. “I’m not afraid. You’d never hurt me.”
“Lilly . . .” My name leaves his lips like a prayer—and after one more kiss, he possesses me in a frenzy of lust.
Finally, I see his control shatter. With a deep growl, he dominates me completely.
“Look at us,” he commands.
There’s not an inch of him that isn’t buried inside me—and the sight of our union steals my breath.
“Do you know what this means?”
I can’t answer—emotion chokes me. But if I could speak, I’d say:that I belong to you and there will never be another.
Amos takes me in long, brutal strokes, thrusting deep. “Lilly,” he repeats again and again, driving into me. “My Lilly. My woman.”
The movement of our bodies, combined with his possessive words, sends me over the edge. I meet him eagerly, trying to fuse us together—seeking a kind of intimacy I now know he’s never allowed himself before me.
Sensing that despite his greater age and experience, he needs reassurance even more than I do right now, I repeat with every thrust, “I love you. I’ll always love you, Amos. I’m yours. And you’re mine, too.”
Chapter 60
Somewhere in the center of the United States
“I don’t know anything else! I swear to God, fuck! Where’s your mercy?” Jonathan begs.
Or what’s left of him—because he’s been crying and begging me to kill him for the past six hours.
“There is no mercy for pieces of shit like you. Now say it one more time: what were you planning to do to Lilly?”
“She was supposed to be a message to you, but it had nothing to do with the organization. They’d never authorize something like that. The only thing that matters to them is money, not personal shit,” he says, spitting blood. “It was me and that woman you knew as Maria; we planned it all as soon as we found out you, one of our boys, was betraying us. We were going to . . . break her, have our fun, and then kill her. Makea true work of art so you’d never forget that you can’t fight us. Maria is still hunting the girl.”
Even half-dead, he still manages to smile when he says it.
I push aside what he just said about Lilly and focus on him, while promising myself that I’ll never let them touch her.
I’d decided to put a bullet between his eyes because I’m sick of the rotten stench of death. But after what he just said, I grab a pair of pliers and step closer again.
I crush the last two fingers he had left intact until I hear the bones crack. His screams don’t move me in the slightest.
“I never belonged to you. Like all the other kids, I was kidnapped. And the only traitor here is you, motherfucker—for abusing our trust and need. Say hello to the devil for me.”
I press the barrel of my gun to his temple and, with a single shot, put an end to his worthless existence.
What just happened should’ve been the end—if Maria were dead inside that hellhole along with her accomplice. But despite moving heaven and earth, we still have no fucking clue where she is.
Until the very last second, I resisted—hoped there was another way besides putting Ethan’s plan in motion. But after what Jonathan revealed—and I’m damn sure he told me the truth, because not even a soulless bastard like him could have withstood the methods I used to get what I wanted—I know we’ll have to go through with it.
There’s no other way Lilly will let me go.
It’s been forty-eight hours since I left her apartment—when I went to her one last time like a final breath of light in mydarkness, surrendering to the love I feel. I haven’t contacted her since.
Strangely, as if she senses something is wrong, she hasn’t called or messaged either.
I left while she was still asleep—because I wouldn’t have been able to do it looking into her eyes.
I board the private plane waiting for me and head straight to the bathroom. Even though I’m no longer wearing the clothes from the days I kept Jonathan alive, I still feel filthy.
Ten minutes later, at least physically clean, I return to my seat as the pilot announces takeoff.
