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I groan, using my hands to help her writhe over me. Her weight settles heavier on me, and she cries out around my cock. To send her over the edge, I suck roughly on her clit.

Roxy tenses all over before falling the fuck apart on top of me. My cock unloads painfully in her mouth, all the pent-up need spraying down her throat.

Her throat works as she swallows me down, slumping bonelessly on top of me. I can barely breathe, but who needs oxygen anyway.

“She’s gone,” Kai huffs.

When I work my way out from under her, I see that he’s right. She’s slipping deep, her eyes struggling to focus as that familiar faraway look settles over her face.

It happens often when Kai and I push girls’ senses in opposite directions. Too much for their mind to process all at once until everything seems to blur together and they surrender to it all.

She’s heavy in my arms as I brush her sweaty hair away from her face. The tension is gone from her as she nuzzles into me. Her thoughts are quiet. Floating in that warm, hazy place, she lets go, knowing we’ll be here to catch her when she comes down.

For her, we will be here to catch her when she comes down. Kai has the water heating in the shower and I carry her slowly under the spray. Cleaning her up so that I can dress her wounds to make sure they heal perfectly.

I want them on her forever.

Chapter 35

Roxy

Afluttering pulse behind both thighs jolts me awake. With my sleepy eyes still shut, I reach behind my legs to feel the soft bandages secured tightly around them. I groan, stretching out my sore body. Compared to last night, everything is quiet. Cold. One peek through my heavy eyes, the room is still dark. Vaguely, I remember Kaleb murmuring in my ear that they’d both be downstairs having a meeting with Ash. And I also remember reaching for them, silently begging them not to leave.

They did, and now everything feels empty.

I shift, forcing myself to sit up against the headboard. The sheets are different from the ones I was thrown onto last and absolutely ravaged on. They must have changed the ruined ones while I slept.

Every movement makes my thighs pinch. The pain makes my stomach flutter.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

My voice is raw, as if I’ve spent hours screaming.

The scent of them still lingers in the air, and I inhale slowly, letting myself enjoy it. Even though I don’t deserve it.

Speaking of don’t deserve...

My fingers slide over the necklace Kai bought me. And there, next to the bedside table is Kitty, but infinitely improved. She’s always been pretty. Now, she’s wicked.

How have I gotten so tangled up? And in such a short time as well.

It seems like the night I killed Jacob, my entire life got obliterated. The pieces fell into something beautiful, too. Something that I could almost picture myself having.

The family Christmas. The laughter. The twins.

I was so close to having it. Sitting around last night, everyone bickering and giggling, while my heart was tearing apart. Because I knew then that I wouldn’t be able to keep them.

My eyes burn just thinking about it. Will they ever forgive me? Probably not...

Like I said, I don’t deserve it.

At the end of the day, the second Ethan pulled up the video feed of Maddy, I knew what my answer would be. There was no other choice to be made.

I dare to test the weight on my leg, sliding out of the warm cocoon. Thankfully, all I feel is a slight pulling and stinging. Both thighs bandaged perfectly.

I’m too much of a coward to peel the dressings and check what they’ve done. It’d probably destroy me, anyway.

My body loves the way they torture me. The way it shuts off every coherent thought in my mind and turns me into a crazed woman.