Noah’s voice. It’s thin, frantic, and coming from the ridge above. He’s calling for his prize, not knowing she’s currently being claimed by the monster he thought he’d buried.
I don’t even flinch. I just drive deeper, my cock hitting her cervix with a blunt, rhythmic force that makes her eyes roll back. My hand is still clamped over her mouth, muffling her desperate, broken whimper into a low, vibrating hum against my skin.
“Hear that, baby?” I rasp, my breath hot and ragged against her ear. “He’s crying for you. He’s looking for his perfect little bride. But he’s too late. You’re already ruined. You’re already full of me.”
I reach around her, my fingers diving down to where we’re joined, finding that swollen, drenched knot of nerves that’s been screaming for me since the moment I stepped back into her life. I start to play with her pussy while I fuck her—my thumb grinding into her clit in a fast, punishing circle while my cock stretches her wide.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my head falling back as I feel her pussy tightening around me, a frantic, rhythmic clenching that tells me she’s on the edge of a total fucking meltdown. “That’s it. Grip me. Show me how much you want to stay in the dark with me.”
She’s sobbing into my palm, her ragged breaths hitching as her body betrays every ounce of her logic. The blue lights flash over us again, illuminating the way her back is arched, the way her pale skin is flushed a deep, feverish red. She isn’t fighting me anymore. She’s clinging. Her hips are bucking back into mine, seeking the friction, seeking the end.
“You’re fucking soaking me, Scar,” I hiss, my thrusts becoming violent, short, and lethal. I’m hammering into her, each strike echoing the frantic beat of the sirens. “He’s up there shouting your name, and you’re down here cumming on myhand and my cock. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me without saying a word.”
I feel it then—the first tremor of her climax. It starts in her core, a violent, internal spasm that ripples through her entire body. She’s shaking, her fingers clawing at the moss, her muffled screams vibrating against my hand with a force that makes my blood sing.
I don’t let up. I grind my thumb harder, my cock driving into her with a final, desperate hunger as I reach my own breaking point.
“That’s it,” I roar, the sound lost to the roar of the helicopter and the screaming sirens. “Take it all, Scar. Take every fucking drop of the hate and the love and the four years I spent wanting to kill you.”
I bury myself to the hilt, my seed a hot, pulsing flood inside her, claiming her from the inside out. I hold her there, pinned to the rock, our bodies vibrating as one as the searchlight finally settles on us, pinning us in a column of blinding, judgmental light.
The light shifts again—closer this time. Louder. Real.
I still don’t move.
I lift my head just enough to look at her face, really look—mud-streaked, shaking, eyes blown wide with fear and something worse. Recognition. Acceptance. The moment she knows there’s no version of this where she walks back into that villa untouched.
“We have to leave,” I say, low and final. Not a suggestion. A fact. “They’re closing the net.”
She shakes her head immediately. Hard. Desperate. Hair sticking to her face, breath coming in sharp, broken pulls.
“No,” she whispers. “You can’t—Kai, you can’t do this. Not again.”
I grip her jaw, force her to look at me.
“I won’t fucking lose you again,” I snarl. “Not to him. Not to the version of you that pretends I don’t exist.” My forehead presses to hers, breath hot, shaking. “I already lived through that once. I won’t survive it twice.”
Her eyes fill. She doesn’t fight me. She just trembles.
“This ends one way, Scarlett,” I say. “With you leaving with me—or with me burning the world down to make sure no one else ever touches you.”
The sound of rotors slices through the trees.
I straighten, decision locked, hand tightening around her wrist.
“Choose,” I tell her. “Now.”
Her breath breaks.
It isn’t pretty crying. It’s ugly, tearing, the kind that comes from too deep in the chest to stop once it starts. Her shoulders fold in on themselves as if she’s trying to disappear inside her own body, fingers curling into the torn fabric at her sides.
“I can’t,” she sobs. “Kai—I can’t. This was wrong. It was wrong four years ago and it’s wrong right now and you know that.”
Her words come out fractured, tumbling over each other. She shakes her head over and over, like if she keeps moving maybe the moment won’t solidify.
“You don’t get to do this,” she cries. “You don’t get to drag me back into it. I tried to stop. I tried to be normal. I tried to forget you.”
That’s when I lose what little patience I had left.
