Crazyus.
This mayhem was something we created together.
Something we destroyed together too.
He exploded. As much as I had.
Moaning my name, whispering it, invoking it—like it was his salvation. LikeIwas his salvation.
As he pumped his cum into me, overloading me with him, fucking me, making love to me,breedingme, I sagged into the bed.
Which was when I heard it.
And that was when I groaned.
“What is it?” He panted, his face smushed into the mattress.
“I think we may have to move out and into a place with soundproofing.”
He stilled. Sagged. Snickered. “Is that…?”
“My ma knocking on her ceiling with a broom? Yeah. Apparently, we’re noisy together.”
When his snickers morphed into outright laughter, I joined in.
How couldn’t I?
This was my life now.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
FIFTY-EIGHT
TEXT CHAT
Stan: The courier has the package
Stan: En route to Sofia’s place in Poughkeepsie
*Two hours later*
Ilya: Received with thanks
Stan: You know the type of thanks I require
Ilya: I didn’t forget
Stan: Good luck. It works better if you paint a picture
Ilya: The power of suggestion?
Stan: Uh-huh. Have fun
FIFTY-NINE
KITTY
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