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Because I did. More than anything. And she needed it just as much.
“My pussy.” I grunted, plowing my fingers inside her.
“Yes.” Kyra arched.
“Only my cock goes here. My mouth.”
“Oh god, yes.”
I fucked and sucked her until she screamed, then almost crushed her as I slammed inside her with my cock. Palming the wall with my hand, I watched her flush with orgasm as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Own me.” Kyra begged.
“You are mine.” I promised her.
“Forever.” Her fingers grappled at my short hair.
She had no idea what she was signing up for. My darkness was much deeper than hers, but I would protect her from it and make sure she only ever saw the light.
Which is why, I knew, before making her mine officially, I had to put the past behind us. To end the cycle. Not just for her, but all the innocent lives that he’d hurt.
Which is why I’m standing here, staring up at my father’s window and waiting.
Not long now.
It takes a couple more minutes and then I see the flash.
No sound—good ol’ silencers—but I saw the moment the gun went off.
And his life was gone.
My phone beeps a minute later, but I already know. Even without the visual proof, something shifted inside me the moment his soul was extinguished.
Freedom.
Ironically, Kyra gifted that to me before this, but knowing he’s gone and can’t hurt anyone ever again feels fucking amazing.
Killing my father never felt like something I could do. As if it would destroy my soul. But the moment he hurt her? Yeah, there was no question.
Now it’s my turn to give her the life she deserves.
I walk over to my car and climb in.
“All good boss?” Mitch asks.
“Yes. Everything is perfect. Let’s go home.” I smile and send Kyra a message.
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I STARE IN the mirror and then glance down at the message from Maddox once more.
Shit.
What am I going to do?