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I nod slowly. “And so much more than that. It unlocks a world you might need if for some reason The Proctor is no longer in it.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“The world is a terrifying place, Charlie. I’m not capable of shielding you from all of it, I can only try my best to soften the blows as they come and pray you don’t resent me for being unable to keep you safe from everything.”

She sits up straight. “I want love, not a cage, Axel.”

“Can’t love be both? For me? For my sanity?” I cup her chin. “Please?”

“Why ask when you already know the answer to that question?” She crawls into my lap causing the blanket to fall behind her, exposing her breasts and the beautiful curve of her ass as she wraps her legs around me and presses me back against the front of the couch. “Hmm?”

“I can’t think with you wrapped around me like this.” I buck my hips, slow, deliberate, hungry. Fuck, I’m hard again, I bite down on my lower lip so I can concentrate. And then she starts to trace my dick with one finger. “I’ll cut this off if you’re lying to me, Axel.”

“Are you trying to kill my erection and my pride all at once?”

“Just an inheritance, nothing more?” She prods again.

“Nothing more.” Half lie, partial one, right? “Now kiss me.”

My lips part as she all at once impales herself on me sinking down until there’s no her or me, just us. And as she moves, as her eyes lock on mine between kisses I wonder if I didn’t just make a mistake or if I didn’t allow The Proctor to slide in one final move on the chessboard.

Fuck.

I see my reflection in the mirror in the living room, no longer afraid of what I’ve become, a monster made up of two very broken men just trying to end it once and for all.

Until death do us part indeed.

I just hope it’s not hers.

20

One Day Until The Convocation

CHARLIE

Spending the week in Axel’s bed was not how I imagined my month ending, but all good things do need to come to an end, and ours wasn’t in any sort of bloodshed, it was in the need to stop wearing his clothes and wear some of mine, especially since I wanted to look halfway decent for tomorrow night.

In an effort not to look too attached to me, which, hah, too late, he let Jenner come with now that he’s all healed up which by the look on Jenner’s face, he would rather be anywhere, literally anywhere but here helping me pack up more clothes so I can get back to the lair aka sex dungeon.

“I’ll be quick.” I call over my shoulder.

Jenner shrugs. “Take your time. As much as I hate that I have to repeat boss’s instructions but he says no need for panties.”

I roll my eyes. “What because he just ends up ripping them?”

Jenner shakes his head. “Could have gone my whole life without imagining that man naked.”

I frown and type in my code. “Dude, I say panties and you think of him naked, you good?”

The door swings open and there stands The Chancellor himself, looking so stressed and annoyed that my heart stops. “Where’s Lilah? What happened?”

Rhodes just stares me down and points at her bedroom. “It’s been an hour. I have another dinner I need to get to before shit hits the fan tomorrow. She said she had to grab a few shirts.”

A giggle floats from the room followed by a moan.

“Are shirts codeword for Jude’s dick?”

“Think so.” Rhodes nods. “I think so. Though, two days ago he was shoes.” He tilts his head at Jenner. “War, where’s Proctor?”