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This is dedicated to my Wolf Pack. For having my back when I didn’t have myself and for the daily laughs, cries, and impactful messages. This is for you.
Backing up slowly, he exits my cell, flicking the lock closed. His eyes never leave mine. “There’s always a reason why we do the things we do, Tillie—remember?”
I kiss him because I’m angry. I kiss him because I’m hurt. And I kiss him for the probability of Nate watching somehow.
If you hurt someone enough, they acclimatize to pain, but just like a wound, if you don’t seal it, you’ll bleed out.
The way some people can manipulate you with their personality and decide what you want to see in them is bullshit. Unfortunately, most of us are those people, and I’m a fucking expert.
“Why?” I ask the one thing I’ve wanted to know since I woke up in the dungeon. “Was nothing real for you? Was she not real for you?”
I feel for Nate. I do. I’m in love with him, but I will never expose my feelings to him. You can’t. Once you expose your love for someone, you’ve surrendered your power, and in this case, my forgiveness.
God, he’s so beautiful. Too beautiful for earth, but too haunted for hell.
A strong palm collides with my arm at the very place that Daemon just touched. Only where his was gentle, this was dominating.
“One day, when this asshole isn’t lurking around you like a hungry lion protecting his prey, I’m going to play some games with you.”
“Because your demons whispered all your secrets into my ear the day you dragged me through your hell, and let me tell you something, you are a monster, Nate. And a liar.”
I can count on one hand how many times I have been shackled by a woman. Rendered fucking speechless and brought to my damn knees by a simple blink of her eye. Three times. Twice was Tillie, and the other was Micaela.
She’s angry now. Good. She’s always cute, but when she’s angry, there’s something inside of me that recognizes her fire and wants to build an inferno with her.
Connection is rare, I fucking know this. As much as there’s still so much that she doesn’t know yet, I have every intention to keep her safe.
I need to calm down. I’ve never felt such fucking anger until I met Tillie. She’s the only one who can reach the string and tug on every single fucking emotion that is inside of me.
Click! I clasp a handcuff around her wrist, the other side around mine. She gasps and then yanks on the handcuff.
“The fact that you think you have any power when it comes to me. Because just to be clear, princess, you don’t. Get up.” I yank her until she’s standing.
“Shut up, Nate. I hate you.” “Don’t have to like me to sit on my dick, princess.” Then I yank her down until her ass is pressing into my cock.
“You think you have the power, but last I checked, I’m the one with the pussy.”
“I’m well acquainted with your pussy, Princessa, but if you pull that shit again, I’ll tear off your clothes and fuck you until you’re black and blue and bleeding out on this table. Don’t fucking test me, baby, because your pussy will not be so testy once I’m done with it.”
“You’re a pain in not just his ass, but mine too, but I don’t get to eat that ass, so this shit isn’t fair.”
I’ve seen what happens when I give her half of me. I lose myself in her, lost in a fucking daze that I never want to wake from. Give her all of me? I’d never survive.
The girl will never obey fucking orders, only when her lips are wrapped around my cock.
She’s, she’s—” “—changed,” Bishop snaps at me. “She has fucking changed, Tillie. She’s not the same fucking girl that I fell in love with. It fucking happens. It fucking happened,”
My throat swells with emotion, but I choke down any tears. They cannot see any of my weaknesses, and Nate is my biggest.
You are his world. Everything begins and ends with you. He doesn’t hold secrets from you. You are a big part of this world, they all fucking love you—I damn well envy you.”
“I hate you, Tillie. There’s always going to be a part of me that hates you, and I think that’s something you’re going to have to come to terms with.”
“Because you remind me of everything that I lost. You remind me of her. Everything about you is a reminder of her. Your smell, your laugh, your smile.”
“Everything that I came to love about you was buried with our daughter. The way you would make her laugh in the morning when you’d change her diaper, or when you’d put her in the bed with us and we would just fucking admire the perfection that we both created.
But that’s all gone, Tillie, and now all that’s left is anger and hurt, and a whole lot of fucking pain that I can’t afford to be feeling. It makes me distracted.”
“Then let me go.” There’s a pause...
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“Why did you sleep in my bed?” “Because knowing you’re okay is worth the pain that having you in my arms causes.”
“Listen to me very carefully, but smile and act like I’m telling you how much I want to run my tongue over your clit and make you scream my name so loud that Nate’s existence in your life is questioned…”
His hand comes to my throat as he shoves me against the wall roughly. “Who the fuck do you think you’re playing with, Tillie?” he asks, his fingers flexing around my throat.
his fingertips brush against my pussy. He dips one finger inside and I lose my footing, but he releases my neck and catches me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He chuckles, but it’s low and dark. “You’re fucking wet for him?”
He lifts my dress from the bottom and slaps my bare ass. Grabbing at my hair, he yanks my head up. “Look at yourself in the mirror, Tillie.”
“Next time you think you want to get your pussy wet for someone else, I want you to remember this moment…”
wraps my chin, tilting my face to his. He presses his lips to mine. “I don’t hate you, baby.”
“You gave me the most beautiful little fucking girl in the world, and I broke her, Tillie. My world touched her and now? Now I’m always reminded of that because of your existence.”
his eyes staying on mine. They move to my lips and to my eyes again. Like he’s memorizing this moment. He slowly sinks inside of me and my eyes flutter closed.
“Open,” he orders, slowly grinding inside of me before extracting himself.
“You like them fucking crazy.” “And you don’t?”
this secret he’s hiding. “No,” Brantley glares. “Not anymore.” “So how do you like them?” I ask, smirking. Is he opening up a little? “As a saint.”
“Kings are rare, but they’re needed in this world because without them, there’s no structure.”
It’s not a weakness to need another human. It’s humanity, and it’s Tillie. She’s fucking strong, but she’s human.
She sinks into my lap, resting on top of my cock. I fight a groan, my fist coming to my mouth. Brantley kicks my leg from opposite me and I wink at him, blowing a kiss.
My eyes cross as I fight thoughts of wrapping her long strands around my fist and bending her over this table, fucking her little cun—
I release a little as she leans over and grabs it before taking her spot back on my lap. Where the fuck she belongs. This queen doesn’t need a throne, she just needs my dick to sit on.
But if you need”—I run my fingers up her inner thigh, my index finger coming to the slit, over her damp panties—“me to drop to my knees and suck on your pussy, then done, because I’m fucking starving.”
“I can’t forgive you.” I run my lips over hers. “You don’t have to forgive me to fuck my face, baby. We’ve had this discussion.”
