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Wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight, she laughs into my hair. “No, you don’t.” She’s right. “Tell me about it?”

I peek up at her. “Tell you about what?”

Her smile is so devious I already know what is about to slip out before she utters the words. “How kinky and depraved the sex is.”

And to think I thought she was the innocent one.

Chapter 28

Kai

The girl is out cold, snuggled against Maddison. So are the other two pricks, spread out on the lounges in the living room like oversized guard dogs.

They didn’t even wake when I snuck out to grab a few things and let myself back in. The positives of being invisible, I suppose.

I’ve been standing here for the last twenty minutes, watching the faint rise and fall of her chest, and her slightly parted lips. Long dark lashes cast shadows over her soft cheeks, and her hoodie has twisted from fidgeting in her sleep.

Like this, she looks peaceful. As if she’s never endured a hardship in her life. While we all know that isn’t the truth, it’s nice to pretend, if only for a few minutes.

That the girl was raised by loving parents who braided her perfect, long hair and kissed her forehead before dropping her off at school. That her brothers were loving and protective and saved her from being tormented by boys instead of bringing the worst kind to her house.

She didn’t deserve anything that happened to her. But a sick, selfish part of me feels grateful for it. Grateful for the darkness that lurks under her skin. Without it, she wouldn’t be able to see me. I would scare her instead of intriguing her. My scars would disgust her.

Yet, they don’t.

I know the thought is probably one of the worst ones I’ve had yet. And trust me, I think a lot of dark thoughts. But I don’t care.

I have her and now I won’t ever let her go.

Leaning over her, careful not to disturb Maddison, I scoop her into my arms, pulling her close to my chest. Her body radiates heat from being snuggled under a ridiculous number of blankets.

“Kai?” she croaks, blinking sleepy eyes up at me as I carry her bridal style through the room.

“Go back to sleep,” I whisper against her temple.

Heavy eyes flutter, and a soft smile curves on her lips as she snuggles closer to my chest. It makes the thing inside of it swell.

She shouldn’t be tucking herself closer. She shouldn’t be smiling up at me, like waking up in my arms is the safest place she can be.

But she is.

As quietly as possible, I carry her out of the apartment. She doesn’t stir, falling into an easy sleep against me. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I step inside, shifting her weight against my chest as the doors close us in.

She’s swimming in a hoodie that is at least three sizes too big, the sleeves swallowing her hands. Worn, baggy track pants bunch around her ankles, making her look impossibly small.

It’s a ridiculous outfit.

Good.

All that perfect skin. The drawings that mark her and the soft curves of her tempting body. It’s all hidden.

Nobody gets to see what’s underneath. Except for me and my brother.

A primal part inside me feels settled as I watch her sleeping face. She’s blissfully unaware of the possessiveness clawing through my chest.

Unaware of every wicked and perverse thing that floats through my mind when I see her. How I want to debase her. Torment her. Pull her apart. Before being the one to pick up the pieces.

It’s sick, and it’s twisted. But my girl seems to like that side of me. When I was fucking her heavy tits, strong clamps tearing at her freshly pierced nipples, I savoured the wet sounds her cunt made when Kaleb fingered her.