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I couldn’t do that to her.

All we need is tonight. One good night, if you forget the murderous ex.

Just tonight.

One night of forgetting.

One night of slaking each other’s thirst.

Pressing her body down onto the mattress, I lose ahand in her hair, pinning her harshly as I fill her over and over. I feel her orgasm deep in her wet cunt before she starts to quiver.

When she screams my name, I lose control, crashing my body into hers with a final, ragged thrust. There’s heat as my balls unload, rope after rope of hot cum marking her as mine.

For tonight.

THIRTY-THREE

MAGGIE

The road homefeels shorter than it should.

Every mile brings me closer to uncertainty.

I slept wrapped in Roman’s arms, our exhausted bodies sated, but my mind was working overtime by the time I awoke.

In the cold light of morning, everything feels heavier.

The ground rumbles under my wheels, mile after mile of worry leading the path home.

Grey sky and wet tarmac as far as the eye can see.

I grip the steering wheel until my hands burn, trying to find something to say to the man who sits beside me. This time, he’s not drugged or zip-tied, but the journey is no less fraught.

Roman is quiet, like he’s carrying too many heavy thoughts in his head. There’s a bruise darkening his jaw, and I can see how painful it is even for him to sit still. The morning had brought a slap of cold reality alongwith the full realisation of our injuries. Roman’s far worse than mine.

But we are alive.

And we made it out.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say, when he reaches for a bottle of water and winces. ‘For dragging you up there and ruining your life for a reprieve from mine.’

He sighs. ‘You didn’t ruin my life.’

‘You’re never quite the same after you’ve seen a dead body.’ And I inflicted that on him.

Roman is quiet for a time, watching the world pass by outside.

‘It wasn’t the first body I’ve seen.’

I sneak a look at him, leaving him to take a moment.

‘I was the one who found my dad hanging.’

The admission hits me like a rampant elephant.Fuck. No wonder he’d gone down the path he had.

‘Oh, Roman,’ I say.

‘It’s okay, it was a long time ago.’