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He grabbed onto Arabella’s hips. “Touch yourself. Touch your clit.”

She snaked one hand beneath her and began rubbing, moaning and making the most amazing sounds.

Overcome with desire, he drove deep and hard with each thrust, his balls now tight against his body in imminent release. He needed her to go over first.

“That’s it, Arabella. Play with that pretty clit,” he commanded, heart thudding in his chest. “Now squeeze me.”

As soon as she did, he tugged the plug from her ass. With an animalistic sound, Arabella pressed back into him, her pussy clenching down in a powerful orgasm. Bash practically saw stars. He slammed home once more, calling out her name.

And then collapsed in bliss at her side.

Arabella rolled to face him, draping a leg over his.

“Sebastian?” she whispered.

“Hmmm?” he managed, trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of his life.

“Hold on.”

And then…she bit him gently on the shoulder.

“Mine,” she sighed out, kissing the spot where she’d marked him.

Chapter Sixty-Three

Whoever is trying to bring you down is already below you.

—I’m borrowing one of Remy’s Affirmations for a Badass

Bash

CUNT! WHORE! SLUT!

HE’S MINE!!!!!

“Jesus,” Bash breathed out, running a shaking hand through his hair. He and Arabella had boarded their midday flight at LAX the day after his premiere, with a scheduled arrival on the East Coast just before eight in the evening. She’d accepted missing Thursday for travel, but insisted on having Friday for surgeries. Everything went smoothly with that plan…until it didn’t. And in a very public, very violating way.

Just after their private security agent whisked them from the airport for the drive home, their phones started exploding with texts and calls. Slash. Melody. Brinder. Honor. Truly. Lila.

Now police cruiser lights flashed against a sunset that would have been gorgeous, if not for the horrifying words spraypainted in bright red on the white wood siding of Arabella’s house. Their house.

Lookie-loos had already gathered and the throng was growing, joined by local news crews jockeying for position. And paps. Of course, the paps were there. Bash saw Jerome perched in a tree, for fuck’s sake.

He turned to Arabella, who was frozen in her seat staring out the town car’s deeply tinted window. Her face had paled to a ghostly white that scared him more than anything he’d experienced in a long time.

“Angel, let’s get you to my sister’s place. I’ll sort this.” Bash was proud his voice didn’t shake. Because he was quite sure this was about him, and—by the transitive property—he’d put his queen at risk.

“No, I—I have to check on Chicane.” Unlike his, Arabella’s voice shook, her hand trembling hard as she reached for the door handle.

“Wait, please?” Bash put a staying hand on her knee as he eyed the chaos. “We need to think through the right way to handle this. I’ll get Chicane to you, but I don’t want you out there in that mess.”

The passenger front door suddenly opened, making both Arabella and him jump. His sister’s longtime lead security agent, and the co-owner of the firm currently protecting him and Arabella, grimaced.

“Apologies.” The man who went only by Grayton scrubbed a hand down his face as he slid into the seat and closed the door with a hard tug. Was Grayton the retired Army Ranger’s first name or last? Also, dude was jacked, even more than Bash could ever be, although they were probably of an age—and now is not the time to chase squirrels, Bash!

Sometimes—no, strike that—often, his brain was an asshole. He fought to refocus.

Grayton twisted to face them. “Here’s the situation. Your housesitter—Truly Howes?” Bash nodded. He wasn’t sure if Arabella was even paying attention, her unblinking gaze fixed on the house. “She received an alert on her home security system early this evening. Our agent who was watching your house this shift drove her to her place. Ms. Howes was shaken up because a neighbor also reported some suspicious activity, and Agent Lewis didn’t want her driving herself, even though it’s only a few blocks away. For obvious safety reasons.”