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“Open it.”

I glance at the box again and cautiously pick it up in both hands. My stomach tightens as I slide open the lid. My lips part as I realize what I’m staring at.

Inside are two bloodshot eyes.

I swallow before whispering, “What did you do?”

“I cut out his eyes and fed him to the sharks.”

I hold Soren’s glare in the reflection of the mirror. I blink, long and slow. I don’t know what to make of it. Is this because Alex is (or was) the other bidder, and Soren needed all threats neutralized? Or is this because … of me?

“Why?”

“Because he looked at you.”

My mind empties and jaw drops.

It’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.

I stand, placing the box down on the vanity, and turn to him.

Placing my hands gently on his shoulders, I encourage him to sit down on the edge of my bed. I stand between his legs and cradle his precious face. Water drips from the ends of my hair, as I trace my finger over his upside-down cross tattoo.

“You’re a psycho,” I whisper, leaning down onto his lips. “I fucking love it.”

With that, I kiss him with the intensity of a thousand suns. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. My towel falls away as I lash my tongue against his, rolling it over and over, before sliding my hand down, palming him.

He’s already hard.

My ego loves that all it takes is one touch from me, and I have him eating out of the palm of my hand. I break the kiss and drop to my knees. I’ll thank him in the only way I know how. I look up at him through my lashes as I slowly unzip his suit pants. He glares down at me, half on earth, half in another dimension. I know the feeling after a kill. It’s like you’re walking between worlds, neither here nor there, as your consciousness tries to convince itself that the soul still exists.

I lick my lips and grip his cock with my right hand, a little bead of precum forming at the tip. I roll my tongue over it and lick it away. Dragging my tongue alongside his cock, I repeat the maneuver on both sides, not daring to break away from his heated gaze. I lower my mouth onto him, swallowing his thick shaft deep into the back of my throat. This isn’t about me. This is all for him. To thank him.

For so much more than a gouged-out pair of eyes.

He groans, which makes me moan as he grips the back of my head and shoves his cock down deeper. My throat opens up and takes all of him, saliva dripping down my chin, tears leaking from my eyes as I messily and enthusiastically suck him off.

Soren grips my face and guides himself so far down the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicks in. He groans which turns me on more than ever, so much so, I find myself squeezing my thighs together, just to feel some friction. I feel him pulse, his orgasm spilling from him. His warm release fills my mouth as he comes down my throat. I keep my eyes on him as I swallow it all, before slowly sliding my lips off his cock.

I’ve been taught my whole life that attachment is weakness.

That enemies will use what you love to destroy you.

I worry for what’s ahead, for what happens when it’s time to say goodbye.

Because, god, I like him. I like his vengeance. His brutality. The way his darkness calls to mine like a twin flame in a bottomless pit. The way he makes me feel more than, rather than less than. I’ve been surrounded by killers all my life. But no one’s ever cared enough to kill for my honor.

And my heart?

My stupid, black heart swells.

Chapter 43

Soren

God, what a night. My body is still reeling from the high murdering Alex has given me. I’m unsure if anyone’s noticed Alex is missing. It’s early enough for him to still be tangled in his bedsheets with one of the girls. If I’m lucky, no one will notice, and we’ll sail back to Miami tomorrow and disembark before any alarm is raised. Either way, the earth is one less asshole short, and I can’t say I’m upset about it. Neither’s the ocean, it seems. The sea is calm this morning, the sunshine brilliant. The yacht sways gently beneath my feet as I make my way to Carson’s private office. A member of the crew informed me Carson wanted to see me as soon as I was ready.

I left Raine sleeping soundly. Gifting her Alex’s eyes was a gamble, but my nasty girl loved it.